I have once again proven that I am not, and never will be, a morning person. Not only am I grumpy and unpleasant, but I am completely uncoordinated and absent-minded. This morning, I needed some clothes from the laundry room in our basement. I slipped on some flip-flops (wouldn’t want to be barefoot on the cold cement floor) and ventured downstairs. Then I finished dressing, poured some coffee and stumbled to my car. Most of my 30-minute commute was spent thinking of breakfast and my new belly dance solo choreography; not once did I glance down at my feet. It was not until I exited my car and headed into my place of work, that I realized I was still wearing the flip-flops. SO not workplace appropriate!!! The guys in my office laughed at my story, but I am going to have to spend the rest of the day hiding my feet or explaining my choice of footwear to passersby.