Mud Foot

Yesterday, I was uncomfortable pretty much the whole morning because my pants were slightly too short. My pants were too short because my only matching shoes had a slight heel. I only had one pair of matching shoes because my matching flats were dirty. My matching flats were dirty because they'd been in a mud related accident a couple of weeks before and I hadn't yet cleaned them. I finally cleaned them on my lunch hour because I felt so uncomfortable in my too short pants. Before their cleaning they looked like this:


That's an impressive amount of mud, don't you think? How this happened is kind of a funny story. A few weeks ago, before our recent snowstorm, we had an entire week of rainy days, so the whole town was a little muddy and soggy. We went over to our friends James and Beth's for small group one night, and while walking up to their apartment building I missed one of the stepping stones and landed right in a massive pool of mud. I told everyone the tale of my clumsiness once I got inside, and then as we were leaving I made sure to remind everyone to watch out for the mud mass that I'd so gracefully stepped in. So as we're walking to the car, I literally turned around to my friend Cara to point out the muddy location she should be aware of and simultaneously slopped my other foot into a different mud puddle. That's some impressive clumsiness if I do say so myself!