Which is not the least bit important to anyone except me.
And it’s important to me only in the sense that the next time I decide to act like an idiot, which could happen at any moment, and forget when rushing out the door late for an appointment to change out of my slippers and into shoes, I won’t look quite like the dork shuffling around in slippers out in public anymore because now my slippers look exactly like loafers.
If only there was something the wife could buy that could remedy my tendency to wear mismatched shoes.
Marrowish 