I love me some flip-flops. I love them for their comfort, their convenience and for their cuteness.
But, honestly, does it have to be all of this? I just realized that everywhere you turn in my house these days, you find a pair of flip-flops. 99% of the time they are MY flip-flops. I don't know what that's all about. Why don't I put them away already? All FIVE of these pair were photographed today lying around the house, wherever I took them off.
And I wonder why my boys don't pick up after themselves ?????
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I think you were wearing the red ones Sunday night and I meant to tell you I thought they were so cute. I love me some flip flops too! So do my girls I think that there are rubbermaids in the garage full of them. I probably should of not confessed that...thank goodness Kenny does not read blogs.
Hey Kelley, Patrick has flipflops.
He calls them manflops! Don't know where he got that but I die laughing everytime I hear him ask where his manflops are. (He doesn't pick his up either)
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