yeti feet and other stompages.

We put out some new quotable cards in the newsagents yesterday.

One in particular caught my eye:

MEN ARE LIKE A FINE WINE.
THEY START OUT LIKE GRAPES,
AND IT'S A WOMAN'S JOB TO
STOMP ON THEM AND KEEP
THEM IN THE DARK UNTIL THEY
MATURE INTO SOMETHING YOU'D
LIKE TO HAVE DINNER WITH.
- ANONYMOUS

It's a point of view I haven't really considered before: that guys are there to be stomped on.

Tortured so that they end up in dark mental places, yes, but actually stomped on, no. It's something to think about, I suppose.

Stompage would be best done in yeti boots.

I can't do that without looking like a copycat, though. Someone at work already has dibs on the abominable-snowman-impressions.

You know it's a casual workplace when the company director wanders around the office in uggies.