So I'm all dressed for work yesterday, except for shoes. I put on something sensible in which to walk to school with my daughter, but planned on wearing my wedge-heeled boots to work. I don't get that many chances to wear boots without looking like a geek in Florida. When I'm finally ready to go to work, mostly because I've finished all the coffee, and it seems silly to make another pot, when I can just go to work and use the Keurig, I go to my room for socks and boots.
I love wearing boots, because when I wear something pretty conservative I secretly have on pink knee-socks with purple and gray polka-dots. I think it's funny all day, and no one knows what I'm giggling about. Alright. Maybe what it is is slightly crazy. But whatevs.
This time, I get the aforementioned pink polka-dot socks on, add the boots and go to brush my teeth. Walking out of the bathroom, I notice something jiggling around in my shoe. Pull off boot, shake upside down: nothing. Pull off sock, turn inside out: Quarter.
How did a quarter get in my sock? How did I not notice it when I put it on? And is this some assurance of good luck? I can only hope this is some portent of good fortune for my week.