I thought I looked pretty darn cute and got lots of compliments at work -- until I noticed this:
Yep, two different socks - with my cute little flood pants. And that turned out to be the bright point of the day. Again, no details, but it was a really crappy day - an employee crisis and an screechy alarm were the highlights.
Dad has hosted a Christmas party for his General Motors tool-and-die maker buddies for years. It is always the Wednesday between Christmas and New Year's Day. The guys (and yes, it is mostly men - there were not any women tool-and-die makers in their generation) talk a lot of shop, but they are fun to be around.
My mood lightened up around that group of rock-solid steadiness. We had a good laugh about my socks and my iPhone got passed around like a new baby. I think we Google mapped everyone's house.