i've never been one for sandals, he said. they make me feel as if i should be wearing a robe and changing water into wine, or raising the dead.
i handed him the new pair i'd bought, giving the wifely glare that says, wear these or no more sex.
amazing how that glare works... looking like a saviour was preferable to being chaste...he put them on, and i discovered he was right. with the beard and the sandals, he was rather holy, in a hot way.