...while out on Saturday night you look down at your feet as you chat with a Serbian rowing coach (true story) and your husband and realize you have put on two different shoes.
They were both those bootie-short-boots, grabbed in a frantic hurry from the shoe-strewn floor of my closet. Fortunately one was black and one was brown, so nobody noticed. If they did, they didn't say anything, so I believe I got away with it. Victory!
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Huh. A word of warning for you: My freshman homeroom teacher did that kind of thing. We (and I use that word loosely) eventually threw her desk out the window of our fourth floor classroom.
I'm just sayin'.
:)
You Catholic school kids are such hooligans. Hey, I check VERY carefully before going to work!
Oh man, you must be exhausted. Get some rest this weekend if you can! I know my own mind is elsewhere whenever I stall my car or run out of gas.
i adore you. that is all.
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