We went to the aquarium this morning. Walked around for an hour or so (including feeding the lorakeets, which decided to land on my head and in my bag). Then we dropped the kids off at mother-in-laws, and David and I went out to lunch. We walked along the main street, had a quick bite, then strolled back to the car. It was a perfect day, in the low 70s and clear skies at the beach. Then we drove back to MIL's house.
Why am I sharing this incredibly mundane story of my day with you, I'm sure you're asking yourself by now. Because, when we pulled up in MIL's driveway, I for some reason happened to glance down at my feet - and noticed, much to my surprise, that I HAD TWO DIFFERENT SHOES ON!!!! At least they were both Cole Haan thongs. But I had a black patent shoe on my right foot and a brown shoe with a silver ring on my left foot. I was wearing red pants and a black shirt, so the brown was particularly egregious.
But of course the worst part is I am apparently so out of it that I didn't even freakin' notice for hours. HOURS!!
It makes me frightened of what my next fashion disaster might be. Hopefully for everyone's sake I won't leave the house without my pants..
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