Yesterday morning I was rushing to get out of the house. I was trying to be quite as a mouse since Henry and Nick were both sleeping. I decided to not turn on the lights in the living room, since I had the light of the Christmas tree to guide me. I grabbed my Ugg like boots (which are actually Emu boots, and a very nice brand in and of themselves, but if I said I grabbed my Emu boots you would be like "???" and if I say Ugg you are like, "Ahhhh!" Ugg really cornered the market on the fur lined boots.) and ran out the door. It was freezing, so I am all bundled up for warmth or what not. So thankful for my boots to keep my little feet warm.
As I dash from my car to work I start to notice that my shoes feel a little funny...like they are rubbing on the outside of my foot. Odd, I think. I remember these things being so comfortable last year. I get into the building and go to unlock my lab. As I pull out my keys I look down, and that's when I see it. My shoes... they are on the wrong feet. THE WRONG FEET. Yes they are. I actually put my shoes on the wrong feet by the light of the Christmas tree, and then went to work with them that way without noticing. Because apparently I am now six years old.