Getting up
Even though I like going to church, it really is hard to get up when you have been sleeping soundly and the alarm goes off on some oldies station. I hate oldies, so it made me want to turn the radio off real quick, but then I just kinda sat on the edge of the bed and stared into nothing for a little while. I know that was not the most productive use of my time, but it sure was satisfying to not have to do anything for a little while. I polished my shoes yesterday, and let me say, that is not a small task by any stretch of the imagination. It takes a long time to spread all the polish over the shoe with Q-tips and paper towels and then polish it with the inside of a sock that mysteriously ended up in my load of laundry. I figure that I will not find the owner of it anytime soon, so why not put it to good use until that time when I am able to locate the original owner of the sock. The good thing is, we are only required to polish the toe and heel of the shoes. For some people with really small feet, that is not too much, but for the small canoes I have attached to the end of my legs, that is a whole lot of real estate that has to look perfect. In fact, I bet I polish the equivalent of an entire one of some of the girls shoes. They can have their shoes on and be able to put my shoe on and lace it up. They have tiny little areas that are required to be shiny, I have approximately half a cow that has to be polished, buffed, and perfect to meet the standards that are put in place to keep us looking good.