Tuesday, February 5, 2008
If the women at church didn’t have a bad impression of me, they do now. Between hair bows, bottles and diapers I barely have time to get myself ready on Sunday mornings. This past Sunday I ran out the door with my slippers on and high heels in my hand, to finish dressing in the car. My favorite comfy ratty ol slippers I have had since I was pregnant in the hospital with Madisen. Well I’ve been missing a shoe since then and couldn’t figure out what happened to it. That is until I arrived at church yesterday morning to help out. What did I find in the parking lot sitting in the pouring rain? My dirty soggy other shoe! Part of me was too embarrassed to pick it up, but I wanted it so bad. What did I do? I looked to see if anyone was around and ran as fast as I could to pick it up and throw it in the car. A little soap with some bleach and it will be good as new. Once I was coming back from my car I noticed I wasn’t the only one early. I didn’t say anything hoping no one saw me. If they did I can’t imagine what they are thinking. Poor thing she’s that hard up that she has to pick up clothes off the street, I can hear it now. I guess if I get any special treatment from them I will know. Otherwise I’ll nonchalantly be on my way.