The full shoe story

So Richard and I were heading out on a date on Saturday night...

(we went to Newport High School's production of "Chicago"...a play I would NEVER guess that a high school would have the guts to do. I love high school plays. They are cheap and good-- like a Maverick ice cream cone).

We gave some last minute instructions to our babysitters, grabbed our shoes and headed out the door..

On the way to the theatre, I marveled at how my foot was suddenly WAY too big for my flip flops. My toes were hanging off the front of the shoe, and my heel was dragging off its end. I took off my flip flops and examined them, then I put them on again. They felt so small...

but I had just taken them to Mexico and they had felt fine, they had fit...then!

I took them off again and showed them to Richard

"I think my shoes shrunk....do these look like a size 11 to you?"

I started to hypothesize about what could have happened:

maybe I had gotten them wet and the plastic/rubber had shrunk?
maybe my foot had swelled up...

either way, there was no denying that my flip flop was now very small and definitely did not fit my foot any more.

I kept taking them off and then on again and looking at them for signs of what had happened to make them change in just a couple of hours. In fact, I had worn them that morning...how could it have slipped my attention how ill fitting they were?

and then Richard said the magic words:

"maybe those are someone else's shoes..."

and I realized that I had just put on the flip flops that were closest to the door, which happened to belong to our babysitter. I blame Old Navy, for putting a billion white flip flops into world circulation.

And yes, I wore them the rest of the evening!