Do you own a lot of shoes? Well, I certainly have a lot of them. In fact, I have more than enough shoes than I need, and my husband often reminds me of this every day. The problem is that I don’t know where to put my shoes. As a result, someone would often trip over them in the middle of the night. It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s just that there are so many of them.
Do you own a lot of shoes? Well, I certainly have a lot of them. In fact, I have more than enough shoes than I need, and my husband often reminds me of this every day. The problem is that I don’t know where to put my shoes. As a result, someone would often trip over them in the middle of the night. It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s just that there are so many of them. I think that my shoes have started a union and have decided to take over the household. They may be bringing outside help because I don’t even remember buying some of them. I suspect that they are organized, and are preparing to attack. They situate themselves on the middle of the floor on purpose so that someone will get hurt. I’ve even tried to use a shoe rack to keep them in check, but that plan did not work.
The first shoe rack that I tried was a rather short set of shelves. I purchased it because it said shoe rack on the box. I was tired of hearing the complaints from my husband, and he wasn’t buying my mutiny story. So, I dutifully put some of my shoes on the rack, and put others that I don’t wear very often in the closet. However, the shoes were scattered around the house again by the end of the week. Only one pair was left on the shoe rack, and they weren’t even my shoes. This experience convinced me further that there were outside forces at work in my house.
I had to buy yet another shoe rack because the first one soon became a place for toys. The second shoe rack I purchased hung from the back of my closet door. I thought that it will work, because all the shoes were confined to the closet. However, I failed to realize was that the pair of shoes I left by the door had other plans. I don’t really know, but perhaps they let the other shoes out because they all managed to escape the shoe rack. My husband said that he will commit me to the local mental institution if I blame it on the shoes one more time.
I soon learned to live with my messy shoe habits. Of course, I know that the shoes aren’t really conspiring against me, and I know I’m the one responsible for leaving them lying around. But, I’m not going to admit it to him because I can do what I please until he cleans up his act. The shoe rack in the closet still holds two pairs of shoes, but they are shoes I never wear. Scrapbook supplies now fill the rest of the pockets. Well, at least it’s good for something.
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