dulce et decorum est

My big, clunky, rubber, Moddish clogs have died the death, by which I mean the soles are completely cracked on both ("oh, that's why they hurt so much the last few times I wore them..."). They've given me 5+ years of loyal service under tolerably heavy use, which for $15 Kmart specials is pretty darn good; I can say a lot less of shoes I've paid considerably more for.

This, of course, leaves a great gaping hole in my fashion choices.