and here I thought it was never going to happen

I arrived at work today and spent a couple hours here before looking down and realizing that I have on shoes that are wrong wrong totally WRONG. I jammed them on my feet this morning because I needed to go outside in a hurry for something and I never looked back. Ugh. I feel like going barefoot the rest of the day, but that would be worse.

I showed up to an event a few weeks ago on a warm day with sandals on. When I was still fifteen feet away, an acquaintance called, "Ooooh, you're so brave! I don't dare to go out in sandals this year until I get a pedicure." I looked down at my unpainted toes, my callused heels, and my ashy, cracked skin, and thought, BITE ME. Which is a totally rotten thing to think while at church, but what can I say? I'm a sinner.

Today's entry at Crazy Aunt Purl is just so good that I want to copy-paste the whole thing to my blog and pretend I wrote it. Which, of course, I will not do because plagarism is wrong, particularly when the plagarizee is a totally cool author and the plagarizer is supposed to be working. But if you go over there, do me a favor and read it while pretending I wrote it? 'Cause this is how I feel today.

Back to work so I can continue to hide my shoes under my desk.