I've been robbed
And I mean that quite literally. When I was getting ready to leave my mother's house on Sunday, I looked in her foyer for my shoes. After all, that was where I had left them. Alas! The shoe burglar also known as "Grandmother" decided she must have them.
I just want to go on record as feeling very disturbed that my shoes were so much like her own that she confused them. Doesn't say much for my keen fashion sense, does it?
