Ummm....er......well....cough....
They ARE house slippers. Blue fuzzy ones (he admitted quite sheepishly)
Went to a rally. Had to take off my combat boots, climb into a bed and wait for the whistle. Then I had to jump out of a bed, slip on the house shoes, jump over a fence, jump onto my parked bike, fire it up and race across a finish line in the timed event "Jealous hubby comes home"
I didn't win THAT event, but DID win the one with the bodaciously well endowed (and perfectly topless) 18 year old girl riding on the back of my bike as she placed tennis balls in the hole on the top of traffic cones as I slowly and carefully slithered through the maze of them without putting my feet down.
I can't post those pics though.........
