Why were my shoes in the middle of the living room floor anyway? Why didn't I just kick them off at the front door like a normal kid. Why did I wait until the middle of the living room floor to lose my shoes? Could it be that I was just running through the house so fast that I ran right out of my shoes? No?
Does it make you wonder what happened to the rest of my clothes? Okay, we won't go there. Too late?
I laughed when I looked into the living room today.
There were my shoes. In the middle of the floor. I think that they ended up there because I took them off while sitting in the recliner (which, buy the way, I can get out of all alone now. HUGE!!).
But, that begs the question of WHY are they still in the middle of the floor?
I don't know.
Yes. I do.
No one picked them up.
It wasn't going to be me.
I'm crippled, you know.
