I live in Tropical North Queensland, Australia.
It is a a warm climate, with some years no need to even get one jumper out of the box when it comes to winter.
We are just coming out of a long, hot summer, where we have lived in light weight clothes and lots of use of the air conditioner and local swimming holes.
The last few days have brought a welcome change in the air, it has been a little cold, and wet, and I was delighted to have a chance to break out the jeans that have not been worn for ages, and dust off my one pair of boots.
My kids were surprised to see me in something so different, that Kiara asked to take a photo of me!
With the school holidays on, Jamie and I have been doing a bit of job sharing to make up for the fact we have no outside care for our kids.
We met a friend and her kids for morning tea, ran some errands, and before I knew it, it was time for Jamie and I to do the work/ child swap over.
Rather than fully changing, I just swapped my top for my work shirt and continued on my way.
Sadly, throughout the course of the day my boots got more and more worn out and broken.
I completed my shift, and later returned home in time for dinner.
As we sat at the table, I mentioned to Jamie that my boots had broken.
He looked up from his dinner plate alarmed
“What?! What do you mean?! What happened? Are you ok?!” he asked in a worried voice.
His deep concern actually confused me.
“Seriously, it is no big deal, they only cost me $20 from Kmart 2 years ago, it really is fine, even though they are nice and comfy, it is ok”
“Oh” he said as he breathed a huge sigh of relief
“That is good, I thought you said something else”
I was a bit confused at this comment, and how extremely worried he has seemed.
“What did you think I said?” I asked
“That my BOOBS had broken?”
He looked up sheepishly and nodded!
We had a chuckle together at the misunderstanding, big difference from my BOOTS and BOOBS breaking!