Getting ready this morning, I went in search of my shoes. I found one just inside the door to our bedroom.
The problem: this is where I found one shoe, but it’s where I distinctly remember kicking off both shoes last night.
I frown, but there’s nothing it could be hiding under, since my thrice-sainted wife cleaned the house within an inch of it’s life while I was in CS yesterday.
So I look in places where it most certainly would not be.
It’s in the upstairs living room, right in the middle of the floor, completely alone. I have no idea how or why, and there are no teeth marks in it (Dizzy recently destroyed one of Justin’s shoes). Very curious.
