muddy etnies
Okay, I will explain the events of Katie's and my Sunday. Both her and I were really excited to go to church this morning... most shocking thing we even woke up early enough to get all cute. ANYWAY we took a few wrong turns and wanted to get back to the main highway long story short we ended up getting stuck on a farmer's mud road. We were doing a pretty good job by ourselves getting unstuck until we hit this huge patch of ice we couldn't get over... A farmer found us and pulled us out with his tractor and yeah... that's part of the story that has nothing to do with what I'm trying to get at... if you wanna know this part ask me... ANYWAY I was wearing one of my favorite pairs of shoes. Bright white Etnies that I ONLY wear to places I know they won't get dirty... Heck, I almost cried when a friend of mine who wore them for senior pictures got one tiny grass stain on them... This is where the irony comes in... It was a group effort trying to get out and we both took turns outside of the car. I had a moment to think as we were rocking back and forth trying to get out. I looked down at the mud caked shoes and started to laugh... I try so hard to look sinless and perfect and white... but I have sooo much mud caked on me that I shouldn't even try to look perfect. My shoes will never be the same now that they aren't spotless anymore. But part of me still loves them anyway.