When someone in the military recommended going to the mini-mall on base, I was excited thinking I could get some cool things at a cheap price. We had to get our car inspected, our IDs checked, driver registration confirmed just to get on the base. Pretty serious stuff. I didn't get anything special at the mini-mall unless of course you count th
at I did get hit on by some little Eastern Indian fella. He started talking to me while I was looking at work-out clothes. It was creepy and I certainly didn't expect it. At first I couldn't even believe it was happening. My mom heard me talking to someone and then saw me scooting over to her. Finding love at the commissary definitely wasn't on my agenda - ew! Just give me the stinkin' boots!
Since I was absolutely forbidden to take random photos of Nathan trying on boots, (which I wanted to do for you, my blog friends) I had to be very conservative with my picture taking. Nathan took a few of the motley crew comprised of Isaac, Mom and me. I don't think any of us are fit for duty. The military isn't that desperate - YET! Thank goodness!
Now we need to order his dress shoes. The ones without polish because at West Point you polish your shoes to perfection.
My own feet ache thinking about all the walking and running my boy is going to do in just two months. My heart hurts too but that's for another post...probably a lot more posts.