I love my dad’s witty one-liners.
Today I was telling my parent’s (mostly my mom) about this new flip-flop holder that I found at The Container Store. It’s one of those inventions that I really wish I had thought of first because it’s so brilliant in its simplicity. Even if I didn’t have the smarts to invent it, I’m glad I can get some flip-flops organized.
Now flip-flops are pretty much my favorites in the footwear category. I like cute heels and boots too, but flip-flops still come out number one on the list. My dad, however, has a passionate, burning hatred for flip-flops. Really, he does. Any chance he can get, he will mention how unsafe he thinks it is to wear them.
So, after I got done waxing eloquent on the brilliance of my new flip-flop organizer, my dad piped up from his recliner to say, “I know how I would store my flip-flops. I would throw them all into an incinerator.”
Oh, classic dad.