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I wish someone would have stopped me from going out in public.

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  1. If I loved you more, my heart would explode. (Messy.)

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  2. Who noticed first, you or someone else?

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  3. I'm always afraid I will go out wearing two completely different shoes, like one flat and one high heel.

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  4. I actually did this once also. I had 2 pairs of heels that were the same only one was black and the other navy blue. I didn't notice until we were at a fancy dress up dinner at the fancy hotel. I tried to keep my feet under the table the whole time and then run to the car afterwards. I feel your pain.

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  5. My MIL used to do this all the time! Of course she had dementia. What's your excuse? Hahaha

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  6. I don't understand how that is even possible. I can even tell if my two matching socks have been through the was a different number of times.

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  7. Ya know...just look at the upside. At least you HAVE two pairs of shoes to pick from right?? I mean some people don't even have shoes...I'm not making things better am I?

    Have you been losing weight?

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  8. Next time someone says to walk a mile in their shoes, they mean wear them both.

    My Mom shares your pain: http://tadbit.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep-deprivation.html

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  9. My husband went to work the other day with two different shoes on...let's call it a new trend, then you can feel all cool and stuff!

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  10. I once went to a fundraiser wearing a knee length skirt and one leg shaved and the other so not shaved.

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  11. so how long did it take ya to notice?

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