If the Socks Fit...

This is a photo taken after church one Sunday when I was a tired grump. Sundays with my four little guys plus my giant belly can be a little rough sometimes. When I propped my feet up, I started laughing because they looked just like the feet of the Wicked Witch of the East. If only I'd been wearing ruby red slippers, or even silver ones (as they are in the book). Of course, I was already pretty grouchy. Perhaps wearing slippers would have pushed me over the edge from witchy to actual witch and caused my face to turn green. My likelihood for being involved in accidents related to random houses falling from the sky might also have increased. It was probably a good thing I just had the socks.