I had a 3:00 chiropractor appointment today. I though I would take poor, tired B with me, but Mike was able to come home early. I needed to leave by 2:30, and Mike made it thought the door at 2:33. So out the door I rushed. I was about 10 minutes from home when I realized I was still wearing my Crocs.
Now, I am not someone who wears Crocs outside the house. OK, I wear them to go back and forth to the garage, or water the plants. But, mostly, I wear them when I go into our basement. I had them on, because I got some shorts out of the laundry. The plan was to trade them for the flip flops by the back door.
But, since I have SEVERE pregnancy brain and I was in a hurry, I left the house in olive colored linen shorts, a red tank and these shoes:
So, I went to the chiropractor and she was sweet enough to say they were cute. I swore I wasn't going anywhere else, but the Whole Foods was right there and they have the only lunch meat I like. So, like a dufus, I went grocery shopping. It would have been almost OK if they matched my clothes. But, really what does Pepto Bismo pink match?
1 comment:
Doug hates crocs, too. First he said, I can't believe she has those stupid little pins on her crocs. The he said, linen shorts, red tank, pink crocs. Nice. For what it's worth, I think there are adorable.
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