28 May 2008

I did it AGAIN

At least this time they are the same shoe, just different colors.          Sigh.

For those who don't know about my handicap, you can read about it here.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are sooooo funny. I've done this before, too. With shoes once and with a dress. One Sat. morning when I was working at the bank, I had put my dress on went to breakfast downtown, walked to the bank, worked half the morning and one of the other tellers ask me why I had my dress on backwards. (It was one of those that slipped on over the head.) I looked down and said I didn't and then she ask me why the pocket was in the back. Talk about crazy things we do. I think we just need a good laugh at ourselves sometimes.

But I laughed until I had tears in my eyes when I saw you doing the shoe biz again so soon after the last time. You are sooo cool, Love ya, Gayla

thechickenwithherheadcutoff said...

Thanks, Gayla! My staff said I HAD to post this when I discovered my handicap had struck again. i didn't want to, at first--who, after all, is THAT stupid?--but I have to be who I am, warts and all. At least it amuses people . . .

Love you!

Anonymous said...

I did the same things years ago when I had to pick my new boss up at the Houston Int. Airport. As I was waiting for his flight to arrive, I noticed, to my horror, that I had one burgandy shoe and one black shoe on. I had 2 pair of shoes in different colors and I had dressed in the dark and accidently slipped on the mismatched colors. So, I am standing there all neat and cool in a 3 peice suit & tie, and multi-colored shoes! Aaaaaaaah!
-Bob

thechickenwithherheadcutoff said...

I feel your pain, Bob. At least I'm not alone.

I remember one time many years ago we were in a restaurant at the beach, and a young couple came in with twins. The frazzled mom had her shirt on inside-out!

Anonymous said...

Good Grief, I worry about you!!! At least they were the same shoe this time!!! You're improving...

Love, Kay

thechickenwithherheadcutoff said...

I know. I worry about myself, too . . .