I'm wearing shoes so that I can clean up the mess of my house today. Believe me, I need shoes. Otherwise nasty little things will stick to the bottom of my feet, making me shudder. Things like crumbs, smashed grapes, baby barf...yeah.
What's grosser than that is remembering why I don't like to wear these particular shoes. One time, I noticed there was some mcdonald's trash in our yard. UGH! We have the side yard by the street, and it is always getting littered with other peoples' naaaasty trash.
I went to pick up the mcdonald's trash. It was raining. The ketchup got all over the shoes. I was so grossed out. It would be one thing if it were my own ketchup. Gross, but not as gross. I had to make my husband hose off the shoes. I guess that makes me a wuss.
Okay let's get cleaning.
