Don’t let me leave the house

Do me a favor please?

Don’t let me EVER leave the house wearing fleece socks again.

I was feeling a bit better, was assured that I’m probably not contagious any longer, and wanted to see my little sister’s musical performance tonight.

I changed into a longer skirt, put on a decently nice sweater. Then I thought, “Why bother changing my socks? It’s just a high school music show. It’s not like anyone I know will be there.”

Famous last words.

“Not anyone I know” turned out to be the president-elect of the Nebraska Dietetic Association, the graduate chair of my department, and the director of the Union College PA Program (for which I act as a professional patient).

I’ve never been so mortified in my life.

Never again.

Friends don’t let friends leave the house wearing fleece socks to ANYTHING!

Please be a pal and remind me if I forget.

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