I got off work and was VERY excited to attend my Jazzercise class. One hour of sweating, dancing and fun! I had skipped a week of class because my oldest Mini Maniac was in town, and was anxious to get my funk on. I had told my entire family of my plans and expected Mr. Maniac to take one of the other Mini Maniacs to her sewing class.
I am walking toward the dance floor and my phone is yelling “Hey, your phone’s ringing!” I ignored it and it persisted “HEY, YOUR PHONE’S RINGING!” Then it screams “AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Yeah, it’s kind of annoying, but it gets my attention. Mini Maniac is on the line telling me Daddy Maniac isn’t there to take her to her class. I stomped out of the gym and threw my stuff in the car. Called Mr. Maniac and asked him very nicely why he wasn’t at home for his taxi duty. He said “Quit yelling at me!” Ok, so maybe I didn’t ask him nicely. Meanwhile, I am taking off my shoe (while driving and shouting at Mr. Maniac) and I threw it. I really wanted to throw it out the window, but they are expensive sneakers. I threw it backwards and it hit the back window. BAM! That felt good! Mr. Maniac wasn’t properly contrite, so I hung up on him and BAM! I threw the other shoe at the back window.
Is that why there are always mystery sneakers on the side of the road? I always wondered how shoes mysteriously ended up on the road. Now we know!