Yes, I took a picture of our shoes. What? They were matchy. And we had spent part of the previous day mocking a hipster couple who came to the San Diego Zoo dressed in matching plaid flannels (worn ironically, one assumes) and matching dour expressions. How does a person stay that serious at the zoo? And if our shoes matched, were we morally obligated to be that serious too?
Me: Aww...our shoes match.
Me: Except yours are Evolution. Mine must be creationists.
Him: Well, they are from Texas.
Coming soon! Actual stuff about my trip to San Diego. Coming even sooner! My Whatever Number It Is Annual State of the Union post! I shushed a full-grown man in order to take complete notes for you. During the Republican response, even. That is what we call a commitment to one's readers. You're welcome, Internet.