Wait, hold on. Hold oooonnnn. Brrooowwwwn...
or...
...both?
The different pairs of socks MAY have been slightly acceptable a few years, H1 but this new style is one that the world may not quite be ready for.
Memorable Conversations of the Day:
H1 on the train platform, muttering: Oh I hope I didn't...OH NO. ::hide hide::
Or 2: What's the matter?
H1: I'm wearing different shoes.
Or 2: Are they both at least brown?
H1: No ::showing, in secret::
Or 2: Ohhhhh...
H1: One's black and one's brown!
Or 2: Do you...have shoes in the office?
H1: No.
Or 2: Ohhhhh... Hmmm.
Or 2 to X: You know what? I could have avoided this entire situation. I saw a mushroom in the yard this morning that I was trying to get her to kick over and I was looking at her feet yet, I didn't notice they were different shoes. This was somehow my fault.
And you know what else that's horrible? The brown one's significantly larger than the black.
H1: You know what the sad thing is? It felt weird on my foot so I thought to myself, 'this can't be the right one!' and changed it (to the wrong one).
X: How's "Two Shoes" doing?
H1: You were laughing your ass off!
Or 2: Um. I was not. You are mistaken. I was just trying to get a picture. How could you even know I was laughing when you were hysterical with laughter and tears? Not to mention you turned away everytime I tried to look at you and then you'd go running around on the platform.
H1: I had to go back home. Or 2 left me on the platform.
Alex: ::Shakes head in shame::
Or 2: Did Papa HOchie laugh?
H1: Yeah. He was laughing at me in the car.
X: She (H1) told me that she hoped your dad didn't bring the other show out of the car so everyone could see her.
Or 2, ::thinking::: Oh Lork. I can see it now... he would too.
H1 to Or 2 on the phone: Aims was laughing so hard she was crying.
Aims to Or 2 in an e-mail: When you post that blog, you have to show it to me. I was in tears.
