I normally don't wear shoes, but there are certain places in which I must. Like school. Or restaurants. Or certain times, like when it's snowing or really raining hard.

So far this year, though, at least since getting my car.. I haven't ever been without shoes when I needed them. Most of the time, there's at least one pair of shoes in my car in case I end up needing them unexpectedly (like being invited out to lunch after babysitting, to which I don't wear shoes.) (And yes, btw.. I do drive barefoot. If I drive with shoes on, with the occasional exception of my massiveboots, my feet go numb and crampy. No good.)

This morning, though, when I realized I wasn't wearing any shoes, I also realized that I didn't have any in my car because I'd taken out my sandles and my boots from this weekend's trips and Monday's school and Tuesday's rainy gallivanting, and they were sitting on my bedroom floor right where they belong when I don't need them. But I needed them. And I was across town.

And late to class.

So I opened my trunk, hoping against hope that there was some pair of shoes in there. My mind raced through different pairs of shoes that I own (not many, mind you. But unfortunately, I do have different colors of dress clothes and thus am expected to own a few pairs of dress shoes. I got them all for free anyway.) Each one I could think of was also sitting on my bedroom floor. That didn't take long to discover.

And when I opened my trunk, I saw that my suitcase was still in there from my spring break trip. And I thought "the only shoes I brought with me on spring break were my sandles and my massiveboots."

Yet, I opened my suitcase anyway, just because God has worked more powerful miricles before.

And there, to my great delight, was my pair of reallystinkincoolshoes that look like saddle shoes. (I also got these for free. Actually, I don't think I've ever paid for any shoes 'cept the two bucks I spent on my pair of snow boots at the thrift store.)

And socks, too!

And so I had shoes and didn't have to drive home to get them and was able to go to class and only be a little bit late instead of almost missing the whole thing.

Now, for your great amusement, just try to picture my teacher's face when I explained to her why I was late. I could almost hear her think "And THIS is the girl that gets solid A's on all my tests?!??"