I woke up and got dressed this morning like every morning, except I was missing something. I chose a striped blouse in black/white/grey and black pants. Then I moved onto the rest of my routine. Shower, brush teeth, wash face exct.
As it neared time to go I packed my gym bag and breakfast, then went for my keys. They were nowhere to be found. Pat and I scrambled around the apartment looking, not only were they absent from all the usual places they were not in even the places that have only the slightest possibility that I would leave them there. Finally I gave up and went to use my spare key (car only) and as I picked up the gym bag there they were. it's funny that I checked in the bag and in and around my purse but skipped looking under the bag.
So I go to put on my shoes for the day and I grabbed my brown boots. I even remember thinking I needed to wear my brown boots today. Then off to work I went.
It was around lunch that I looked down at my feet and realized that I had out on my brown boots with a black outfit. two things occurred to me, 1) how did it take so long for me to look at my feet? 2) Why was I so convinced that I needed to wear the brown boots this morning, where was my internal fashion police.
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