I have a choice/am walking a fine line between being miserable and mildly amused so I'm posting this here and hoping that will win out ...
Towards the end, Beest's slippers were dying to a point where they were dangerous for his unstable self. It was not slipper season and he was a size 13 and had found only one brand that worked for his needs/preferences so they were kind of hard to find even when it was slipper season. But I found a pair online (at a $$premium). I was so proud of myself. Shame I didn't look behind all his colostomy supplies where I just found three brand new pairs stock-piled :/ (at the end of one season I found a shit ton of his size on clearance and he used to destroy several pairs a year so....)
