The car's front tires are literally crossing the threshold of the driveway on the way to FL and my wife shouts, "WAIT, I HAVE THE WRONG SHOES ON!" To put this is context - we are preparing to drive 4 1/2 hours to Amelia Island, FL. We will be sitting in the car, we are not going out to dinner, we are not walking in the park, we are not even hanging our shod feet out of the window - no we are changing into shoes that we will kick off the split second that we are in the car.
The above picture is of the REAL shoes that merited a trip back into the house, after slamming on the brakes following the shriek. We had stopped at the gas station and Jen was at the counter buying snacks when I snapped the picture.
Can you imagine her surprise when the guy behind the counter leaned over and said, "My did you change shoes before you started on your trip? They suit you so much better."
Do you believe that? You tell me...
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