This morning I was getting ready for work at the same time as the husband (I fear the day we have kids and have more than ourselves to get out the door.) It’s rare that we are getting ready at the same time, since before this week I had to be at work at 6 and he left at 6:45.
I was mostly ready, but still had my slippers on. They’re hot pink with red hearts (straight from Old Navy 2005 Valentine’s Day clearance rack.) They’re super comfortable and warm, even if they are super tacky. And I need warmth since I’m living in a house without carpet, something I have never experienced on a full-time basis. My mom invested in hardwood floors AFTER my brother and I were forced to move out on our own and be adults.
Anyway. The morning conversation went something like this:
Him: Nice slippers.
Me: I remember in elementary school when we had slipper day during Spirit Week. I wish we had spirit week at my work.
Him: Spirit week isn’t fun.
Me: But I could wear my slippers.
(at this point, we were in different rooms)
Him: You wouldn’t like spirit week.
Me: I’ve got spirit, yes I do….
Him: You’d hate spirit week!
Me: I’ve got spirit, how ’bout you?
(by the way, I hated cheerleaders too.)
Really though, wouldn’t it be great to wear your slippers to work? It would be so much more comfortable. In the summer I might invest in some of those big fluffy flip-flop type slippers 🙂
He was right, too. I hated spirit week. I only loved the slippers day and the day we all wore purple.