Sometimes I look back at photos and wonder what the heck I was saying or thinking at the moment. Take photo numero-dos, to the right. I have every characteristic of an old man: typical grandpa-esqu posture; feet parted ever so slightly, back arched at a seventy-degree angle. A passer-by may even suppose by my facial expression that I'm looking for misplaced teeth. Today, I embrace my inner old man. Loafers and all.
Riding in these shoes gave me blisters today. But it was nice sitting on the porch after Hubs and I came home. We drank smoothies and ate spoon-fulls of peanut butter.
Has your Wednesday been good to you?