... one must also never wear her husband's black nike socks to work, especially with mom shoes, when she's scheduled at the very cool, very high-end Nordstrom...if in the event she does, perhaps because all of her own socks are dirty, she might find herself desperately trying to hide the heels that extend way beyond her actual foot, whilst her coworkers are prancing about in their tall, very cool, pointed toe black boots...
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
In response to OttavaBattuta's Lesson in Coolology...
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I am gasping...hahaha...okay I really needed a laugh tonight. I just made an intake-of-breath hooting sound and it echoed around my kitchen because everybody's in bed.
Oh I am laughing....
This is SO ME! I swear I have done the same thing as least a dozen times, but usually the socks don't even match, they're different shades of black!!!! I love you!
:)
Laura
hahahaha...I've done that, too - two completely different socks. I always tell myself no one will notice. ha
love YOU
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