My pal Mark Bialczak is currently experiencing some static regarding footwear/sock combinations. If you’re a regular around here you know that I go a little shoe crazy at times with the lens. I posted this shot:
Yesterday I hippity hopped across our lawn with Oliva in tow delivering a basket of goodies to a neighbor. On our return again through our lawn I regretted my choice of footwear as I flipped and the Godzilla of bees flopped between my foot and the sole of my sandal. “Mommy, what does son of a b*@#$ mean?”
The moral of the story:
1) Socks and sandals might have prevented this unfortunate most painful experience.
2) The easter bunny has a potty mouth.
Hope you all had a great weekend!