I thought I’d snap a quick pic of my sweet get-up from today, at least from the shins down, just to prove, nay to fortify, my previous description of my fuzzy-sock-crocs look. I don’t think the words did it justice, do you? I hope no one can blow this baby up enough to notice my
incredibly barely unshaven legs, but if you’re that curious, que sera sera. After all, my friend Lisa had a lot more to show on her blog today. Anyway, as I was looking through the lens on my camera to take the aforementioned picture, I realized that not only did my shoe/sock combo look particularly hot, but that I’d been trompsing around all day with a sticker on the side of my shoe (upper left corner, fyi). Now that must have looked silly. Upon further inspection I realized that it was no sticker. It was a stamp. I guess it was a sort of sticker, just a mighty pricey one. Came to realize that Jude must have found my ‘sticker’ book and then proceeded to place said stamps all over my desk. I tried to salvage them from the light saber, envelope and desk, but without much success. I can’t imagine actually sending some lucky recipient something with one of those crumpled, curled, slightly torn stamps in the corner. Geesh, I’d never do that. They might think we were rednecks or something.