organized chaos and I have been chatting about "happy feet." We've both been in funks over different issues but decided to look to fancy shoes, a.k.a happy feet, to brighten our day. Well guess what folks, IT WORKS.
Yesterday I was supposed to wear happy feet and forgot and put on my boring old flip flops. My day... well, my day sucked.
Today I slid on my Dorothy's there's-no-place-like-home look alikes and VOILA. Quite a lovely day.
I like our theory and I am sticking to it. Who wants to tell my husband we need to add a line in the household budget for fancy shoes?