It's the shoes, really -- I promise

You know those foam shoes, "crocs"? I've resisted them. They remind me of those silly plastic shoes of the 80s only unisex. But, then the other day Evil Side Kick and I found some online that were in the shape of clogs (like what chefs wear) and sporting a logo of an organization we hold dear to our hearts. So, we ordered a pair for each of us.

I have to admit, I like the comfort they offer -- and they are convenient for being around the house and yard. But, there is one little problem.

Because they are essentially rubber -- and enclosed (without the perforations the actual crocs offer) whenever I take a step - air is squeezed out of the shoe -- and sounds suspiciously like a bodily function. I promise, it's the shoes. Really, even a monkey can't fart that much. And, it pretty much guarantees I'll never try to wear them in public.