Today I felt as if I were doing really well. You know, getting the hard things done while running as fast as I could. I did my Visiting Teaching, sent in my tax documents, ran to Primary Children's for an emergency visit to my cousin, worked, took the kids to the park-twice, wrote a note to an old friend, returned my library books the day that they were due, paid for my Girl Scout cookies...
Yet, as I was leaving my visiting teachee to race home because Andrew needed to make his own hospital visit (not HIS own, but to help in a blessing) I noticed something-
I had two different shoes on. Socks, maybe. But shoes?
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You always were a trendsetter--I would not be surprised if the people of the greater Salt Lake City area were suddenly seen wearing mismatched shoes, all in an attempt to be more Candicey.