I Don't Have House Shoes

Anyways, I was forced to play with DC. I mostly followed him around and tried to play with him, and he would usually scream, then ignore me. At this point in time, I still had hopes for him, so I was trying to disciplne him, and tell him no when he did things I thought were inappropriate.
After about an hour of this his mom showed up. They were going to the beach, but since I still had no bathing suit, or really anything other than a skirt, I was excused from this. Mrs. Crazy seemed sorry for me that I couldn't go, but I was ecstatic- a break from the kids and I didn't have to go to the beach. Here's the thing, I do like the beach-at night. And I'm obsessed with the water, which I'll get to later. But, going in the middle of the day, when the sun is beating down on you, yech. You get all hot and gross, and sit and play around in sand, and you smell like sunscreen, and then you get out of the water and you feel all gross and sit in the hot evil sun some more, I hate the beach. I don't understand how it appeals to anyone. I've heard many girls my age say they like to nap there. I think that's stupid, I can't nap when I'm burning hot and can feel my skin sizzling. If I'm going to nap, I'd much rather be in a cold air-conditioned dark room. This just seems logical to me.
So I was left behind with G and Bert. G had already been the nicest person to me. And yesterday, all I had had were my nice flats that had caused the evil blisters, so I just happily went barefoot everywhere. But this apparently really stressed G out, because she kept asking where my house shoes are. I assumed she meant slippers, and after the third time I just kind of shrugged, she kicked off her own flip flops and said, "You have no shoes like this?"
"Oh!! Flip flops! I have, I have. They are in my suitcase. Not here yet."
She seemed relieved to know I actually own a pair of shoes, but this didn't solve the problem. She kicked off her own shoes."How big is your foot? You borrow mine til yours come."
I tried to insist it wasn't a big deal, but it seemed to bother her so much I finally relented. I put hers on but they were nice clunky ones, "No, no. Too small. Wait." She came back with a pair of worn in black rubber flip flops and my heart felt happy. They fit me well, and would become my house shoes until my own were returned.