My Shoes

By: Tate

If ever someone inquires, “what’s it like to walk in your shoes?” šŸ‘ 

Well, it’s like putting your last kid to bed only to turn around and find 2 dozen eggs cracked in the floor and a toddler dragged out every toy to try to cover up the mess.

eggs

Then after cleaning up that catastrophe, you wake up a few hours later to your barking dog. And in order not to annoy the neighbors, you walk outside and yell at him in the most regal voice possible only to realize that you scared a skunk that was by the door to get sprayed.

The whole house smells like a fog of burned rubber.

Silver lining – I didn’t get any in me!!!
Some people are just divinely blessed.

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