Joining the Crocs Club

The signs of aging just keep coming.

Last month I bought my first pair of crocs.

I joined the crocs family.

I got made fun of in Hawaii for not joining the croc club so now I'm in.

I wore them to church because my left foot is messed up from some very stylish, but uncomfortable boots I insist on wearing.

But I can't do it anymore. 

I've crossed over to comfort before style.

As long as I could, I tried to avoid it but I knew this day would come.