Tonight as I was going up to bed, I was wondering around locking doors and closing windows in the dark. As I turned from locking the front door, I got my toes caught backwards in a pair of my flip-flops I had left lying out. (very unusual for me, as I’m a neat-freak) I hurt my toes, and nearly fell on my ass, and yelped! Hubby called from the family room……”What happened??!!” I responded, “I tripped on my thong, and nearly fell on my ass!” There was silence, and I was just going to be a smart ass, and say, “It’s okay, I’m FINE!” When he said, “I hope you mean your flip-flops!!” LMAO….

I hadn’t made the flip-flop/thong faux pas for nearly 2 years, since I once said to Sarah, “I don’t know how you can stand to wear thongs all the time…. they rub me raw!” To which she shuddered, and yelped… “MOTHER…. they’re flip-flops!”

It hurts to not be cool.