Mel was at work so I decided Hudson and I needed to spend some quality time together. So what better way then to take a walk to our friendly neighborhood Kmart. So kicked on the flip flops, grabbed Hudson and the stroller and we were off. Road trip Jesus style. The Kmart is not quite a mile from our house. We get to the parking lot and then I stumble and nearly hit the pavement. I look down and realize I had my Jimmy Buffet moment. I blew out my flip flop! I limp into the store using the stroller more as a walker and less as a child transporting device. Hudson of course wants to go straight to the toy section. I am still vying for father of the year so I happily oblige figuring I can deal with my hoof problem right after. Hudson picks out some Matchbox cars and then I begin my quest to find some cheap footwear to get me home. I had my choice of a Macgregor golf shoe with spikes or what I can only describe as something I've seen worn by lunch ladies. The choice had been made for me. I was walking home with nothing between me and the earth. We start to head home and realize quickly I had made a poor choice. The 100 degree weather had ensured that the pavement had reached 150 plus. After my third degree burn I decided to drag one foot in the grass where ever possible. I finally made it home blistered and sun beaten.
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