I was digging through my closet this morning, looking for some flip flops to throw on for my day into town. Ahhh..here are some black flip flops...how come I never wear these?
Well, it's just like those times you run across a cute bra in your dresser. You wonder "why haven't I worn this?", toss it on, then figure out part way through the day that it's digging into your side, poking you, or the straps are falling. There is a reason for why it hasn't been worn!!
That's what happened with my shoes! And of course I didn't notice it until I was on the freeway - too late to turn around. Yikes!! Marty the tattoo artist (see my previous post) even washed my one foot for me it was so bad. I had to explain that no, I was not grubby...this was an accident, a shoe disaster that had been forgotten with time, and a mistake that will never be repeated.
Once these pictures were done, my little black flip flops were marched over to the kitchen wastebasket and tossed!!
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