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I woke up late - as usual - taping the 'ol snooze button.Fast shower.
Faster makeup.
Race Lia to doggie daycare.
Make Zoe's vet appointment on time (we're there) because she doesn't brush her teeth like she should.
Walking back to car, left shoe falls off left foot heel.
Whatever.
Get to office parking lot. Hang parking tag; grab keys. Get out of car.
Walk to passenger side and open door. Grab purse and brief case (actually, a Joe's produce bag).
Look at feet.
WTF?
OK - WAIT!
These are Franco Sarto shoes - so we all know some shoe designers are more funky than others.
They were purchased 2 summers ago and have been on closet shelf until today.
The reason the left shoe fell loose is that IT is an 8.5 size and the right is an 8!
But even if it WASN'T Parisian's HALF-OFF SALE, don't they check to make sure the shoes match? If the right foot fit, why try on the left - besides, it's in the shoe box upside down like a mummy wrapped with pretty tissue.
So: For now...let's pretend I'm NOT wearing mis-matched shoes today and just call me AVANT GARDE!
Oy.
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