Thanks to a fun weekend away with the ladies, I found a new drink. Last night was date night and I had a few. I had two, exactly two.
Today I woke up and could not find my shoes. They were gone. I enlisted the help of the boys. No one could find them.
As time went on I started to question date night. What was in those drinks? Did I really only have two? In all the years I've gone out drinking I've never lost my shoes before. This was starting to concern me.
Ten long minutes went by. Then for no reason at all, I remembered something my youngest daughter said to me when I came home the night before. "Mom, I need black flats for my concert tomorrow. I don't have any so I'm going to wear yours."
I knew I only had two drinks...