These Flip Flops Were Made for Fallin'

Seems that a few folks I've talked to are concerned about the "spill" I took on Monday.

In the middle of the parking lot.

Of a store that's usually VERY crowded.

The good Lord was looking out for me because I didn't really hurt anything, and I was able to spring gracefully to my feet with anyone seeing me. (I think.)

I told my friend that I had a feeling it was gonna be like a minor car accident. It would hurt the next day.

Well. It did.

And the next night, too. My whole left side felt like... well... like I'd fallen in the parking lot.

Sore left booty cheek. (I know. Too much information.)

In case you were thinking that I'm just a klutz... I am. But, it was probably the sturdy shoes I was sportin' that day.

Flip flops.

Gotta love 'em.

Warning: What you are about to see may offend some of you. There are those among us that will now be convinced that this preacher's-chaplain's wife is headed straight to H_E_C_K.
In giving you a look at the flops, you will - inevitably - get a glimpse of the ink. My apologies to those who are ashamed of me. Yes, my momma did raise me better. (But, I love it! Wink, wink.)



See them? The flip flops? I got them at Old Navy a zillion years ago... I think when Old Navy was called Young Navy. See how worn down and thin they are? See the green paint from a furniture redo project? See how much my feet love them? Please do not feel sorry for them. There are other, newer, and much jazzier flops in my closet, but these guys are my favorites.

I'm convinced that moving.. not my choice in footwear... is hazardous to my health. The last time I was days away from a move, I dropped my sewing machine on my foot.

And I was wearing the very same flip flops that day, too.