In church yesterday, my sister and I were obsessing over these girls shoes. They were purple and Lauren wanted to wear them to my wedding. We were thinking of strategies to subtly ask if she could borrow them. Then, she asked, "What size shoes do you think she wears?" And I said, "8 or 9s." Then, she's like "no...I think they are way smaller." So I kicked up my shoes to compare in front of the whole room during the lesson... Little did I know I had the forest growing from my soles...
We were sitting on the front row of Relief Society laughing our heads off... talk about awk-ward.
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