Argh. I hate it when I’m grumpy.

Here’s a story to lighten up the day.

Dave hates the shoes I wore for the wedding. Not my nice shoes that I wore for the ceremony, but the Sketchers I wore for the reception. They’re the most comfy pair of shoes I’ve ever worn!

Since the wedding, I wear the shoes all the time, because I’m not just going to hide them away somewhere just because they have silver metallic streaks. And Dave hates them. He calls them my ‘Wacky Shoes’. I never bother putting any of my shoes in the closet when I take them off, but my wacky shoes always mysteriously end up in there. The other shoes are left on the doormat. When I ask Dave how they get in the closet, he just says, ‘I don’t like them out in the open like that.’ As if the wacky shoes would take a life of their own and attack him. So I’ve come to terms with it. The wacky shoes will be found in the closet.

So Fatima and Melanie were in town a couple weeks ago. We were all hanging out in the living room chatting and talking before going to the convention. Then we got up to leave, and Mel was like, ‘Hey! Where are my shoes?’ We looked around and couldn’t find them. Then I came to a realization. ‘Did you check in the closet?’ So she opens the door, and there they are. ‘I never put them in the closet, though.’ And the thing is, her shoes look very similar to my wacky shoes.

We confronted Dave later. ‘Did you put my wacky shoes into the closet today?’ He nodded, knowing that he was saving the world by keeping my wacky shoes in the darkness. ‘Those weren’t mine! They were Melanies!’ The look on his face was priceless as he apologized. We all got a good laugh out of it, and all the wacky shoes were free to be outside for that weekend.

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