"Where are my shoes?" I griped this morning as I attempted to go outside to get the newspaper.
They weren't in my usual spot. I'm usually pretty good about putting my stuff where it belongs (unlike the other members of my family).
I looked in the laundry room. I looked in the kitchen. I looked in the front hall. I looked in the family room. Let me tell you, I was getting pretty upset about not finding my shoes.
Then my nine-year-old daughter came in from taking the dog outside. Guess what were on her feet?