... if you know me and my history of grace.
That's grace in the physical sense.
The other night, a few of my friends and I had dinner together. With the kids. Minus the husbands. There's were at a training. Mine is well... you know...
Anyway, I broke my sweet little friend's plate. I didn't mean to; I only dropped it a few inches to the table. But, unfortunately, it was just the right angle to break it.
I was so sad!
But, one of my other friends looked down under the table to see what shoes I had on! I had to laugh! She was checking to see if the flip flops had come out of hiding. HA! I was not wearing the death flops! (I did have on some cute shoes though.)
Apparently, the flops are not just dangerous to me.
They are a curse to all those who come near them!
3 comments:
I feel like we should have a funeral for those flops. It could be fun. Cause we always have fun. :)
I am starting a petition "Death to the FLIP FLOPS". I mean really, they have lost their flop!
Now girls, let's not be too hasty. They ARE very comfy.
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