I went out for dinner with the girls last night. It was so nice and we all had a great time. When I got home, I pulled off my boots and had chatted for a few minutes with Jeff.
When I picked up my boots to head upstairs, I noticed that they were not the same, each belonging to a different pair. WHAT?!? Did I really spend the whole night wearing two completely different boots?
What does that say about me?
• I'm so tired from all the excitement of the holidays that I didn't notice.
• I'm fashion forward.
• I have too many pairs of boots that I could confuse them.
• I should stop having whiskey for breakfast.
Tell me, have you ever done anything like that? Fess up!