I puttered around the house this morning, doing some cleaning and organizing stuff. It was getting close to lunch time and I decided to head up to my favorite produce store/deli for some vittles. I threw on a pair of shoes and headed out the door.
Got to the store, sat there yakking with the proprietor while waiting for my food, and looked down to see that I was wearing one representative from two different pairs of shoes. I have two pairs of Borns that are really similar, and I had a black one on my right foot and a brown one on my left.
It's official: I'm not even 30 yet and already I'm a dotty old lady.