Back in May of 2007,  one Ms. Carrie B was in town visiting, so five or six of us were goin’ out to the clubs.  While I was gettin’ all dolled up, I had a moment of indecision about what shoes to wear so I tried one of each on, looked in the mirror, selected the navy blue ones, and proceeded to finish gettin’ ready.  As usual, we all rallied at one girl’s apartment before heading to Scottsdale.  Moments after arriving, while alone in the living room, I happened to look straight down.  I inhaled sharply…you know, the kind of inhale that moves through the voice box and makes a sort of weird scream.  The girls rushed into the room to see what was amiss.  I pointed down.  What ensued went way beyond LOL and LMAO to ROFL.

Yup, I somehow managed to walk out my apartment stylin’…

But… tweet tweet by bushidocedar The guy who was gassing up his corolla in front of me today had 1 dress shoe and one tennis shoe and a fanny pack. Thats my kind of cuckoo

See, I’m not the only one!!!