The House Of Juicy....

It was a dark and very foggy morning on the beach today....




It made me want to make those sounds like a lighthouse foghorn. Try "Bahooooawwww" - in your deepest basest voice humanly possible...






Even the usually maniacally smiling white-trash mannequin seemed heavy-hearted by the gloom....

There were those however (usually vacationers) who were determined to enjoy the beach no matter what the weather..


There were also some lovely horseshoe crabs and countless hideous jellyfish bodies and parts...


But by far, the oddest thing I saw this morning were these....

They were abandoned on the dock on the edge of the beach. Stylistically stomach-churning, they stuck out in the fog like a sore thumb. Why would some one leave these? Then again, why would someone even wear these to begin with?

On one of the pink and gold lame decorated sandals is the word "House" in an Old English type of font. On the other, are the words "Of Juicy". What? What does that even mean? I can only assume that it is some sort of guttural sexual innuendo.

Perhaps I have crossed a threshold in my life where I am no longer able to comprehend the meaning of such shoes, not unlike those unfortunate enough to be referenced in that forlorn Christmas Tune by Doris Day "Toyland" - "once you cross it's borders, you may ne'r return again."
If that be the case, then that's a border that I need not look back upon, ever.