Things that talk back

My running partner has been gone this week and my tennis shoes stare up at me from the closet floor like two little dogs who never get walked. They have sad little eyes with their laces laying on the carpet floor and tongues hanging out. Even as I shut the closet door I can hear them whining. I've had it. I don't have to listen to this! So I tell them in a very stern voice, "It's raining! I gotta go to work! Don't you get it? I promise, we'll run tomorrow night after work, okay!?!?" Sheeze. Material things tend to take on a life of their own if one isn't careful. All I can say is my new running bra better just keep quiet.