I guess my husband isn't the only one making poor fashion choices.
Quick it's Sunday morning and your scrambling to get all the kids looking their best for church. You get yourself ready, with the exception of putting on your cute heels, because it's more practical to zoom around the house in your fuddy duddies so you can help the munchkins. Of course you'll put them on before you leave.
Your husband is out of town, but your making excellent time and actually leave for church a few minutes early. Then once you get to church you hurridly set up Primary and then spend the next 20 minutes trying to find all your kids. Wow, you did it. The kids are setting reverently, the opening song has started and then you look down...
Ugh, what are those things on your feet. Too late to go home, so you'll wear them as a badge of mommy-puttin-family-first honor, But of course you'll walk the halls with blinding speed and hope that no one will have a chance to actually see. At least you didn't wear your powder-blue crocs like you did last month. But then again, they at least matched the floral moo-moo. Help!