We went to our friend’s house to meet their new baby.
As we got ready to leave, I went to put my shoes on.
My friend said, “And you say you don’t know where {sic} Skeezix gets it?”

I stood there watching each of my kids put on their shoes and coat, and I sent them out the door.  JB had Scooter and headed out.  I saw one of my shoes by the foot of the stairs, over by my friend’s husband. 

I was totally kidding when I said something about only bringing one shoe.  As I walked closer, totally assuming the match was just out of view, my friend’s husband pointed out that there was another one there, but it sure didn’t match.  Yup.  It was mine.  I almost died.