Marni in AJ's shoes

Case of the Missing Shoes

My work day started off pretty exasperating. Seems like learning to play in the sandbox has carried over into adulthood for me. Rest assured, I was NOT the ringleader! Interpersonal skills training should be a requirement for some people in their formative years.

Not to let my day get me down, I decided to meet my friend, Yvette, for dinner, but I had some running around to do beforehand. I threw on a pair of flip flops for comfort until I caught up with her. When I arrived at the restaurant, I searched my truck for my cute Tory Burch stilettos to change into. After about 5 minutes, I realized I left my shoes at home. I searched the cesspool, otherwise known as my trunk, for a pair of shoes and found ONE Nine West pump. No bueno. I also found a pair of my son’s Nike Air Max. Things looked promising, except I had on black, brown and purple, and the shoes were black, gray, and orange. *sigh*. I really had no choice since I couldn’t enter the restaurant with flip flops and my house was too far away.

So I walked in quickly and hid my feet under the table once seated. Yes, I went to dinner in my cute outfit and my son’s Air Max. I guess that’s how you roll when you march to the beat of your own drum.

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