How My Blog Almost Killed Me, and How Crocs Saved My Life

I used to hate Crocs. You know what I'm talking about; those butt fugly shoes made from tires? See the holes in them? That's from people touching them with ten-foot-poles. (Ba-dump.)

I haven't kept my hatred for Crocs a secret. In fact, I've been pretty darn vocal. Crocs, in my opinion, are fashion faux pas, like tube tops and muffin pants; they should have enjoyed their fifteen-minute life spans and dutifully disappeared. Instead, what do we get? Croc Mary Janes. Oh, the horror.

I own a pair o...