Florida Chick Wears Flip Flops

I'm a rule follower, I always have been. When I was in elementary school I wasn't allowed to watch PG-13 movies...so I didn't...even when I was at slumber parties. I was the girl at the party who would grab a book and read it in the other room while my friends watched Dirty Dancing and Pretty Woman - just in case my parents found out. Actually there was this one time when I was riding the Metro in Paris and convinced my mom to sneak up to the First Class car. She tried to convince me that it was a bad idea and that we might get kicked off...I convinced her that being kicked off of the train was impossible because there really weren't "train police" that came through to check if you had a first-class ticket or a regular one...guess which one of us was wrong. So anyway, after 15 minutes of pretending that neither one of us spoke French or understood the Metro system rules...basically 15 minutes of pretending that we were completely idiotic Americans, the "train police" let us off with a warning and walked us backed to the regular-class car. That was the last time I intentionally broke the rules.

You can imagine the difficulty for me then, when I decided to wear flip flops to school today- My faculty handbook says "no flip flops" but my outfit screamed flip-flops...a definite dilemma. I'm generally a heel girl, even with jeans, but today I just couldn't get it to flow (possibly it's a pants issue and not a shoe issue). Down here in Florida, flip flops come in all different categories - the beach kind, the sparkly kind, the athletic kind, and the sexy kind to name a few - it's actually pretty hard to find a pair of shoes that doesn't fall into one of these categories. This is Florida, everyone wears flip flops - and it's not like mine fell into the beach category...it's just that they didn't exactly fall into the "following the rules category," either, so I have to admit I was rather stressed - first because I was breaking the rules, and second because I really have a hard time wearing anything that doesn't make me at least 3 inches taller than what I really am.

I have to admit that breaking the rules is incredibly stressful, I kept hiding my shoes underneath my desk and hoping no one would notice...until the end of the day when I realized that the only one who cared about my shoes at all today was me. Honestly, between the stress of worrying about breaking the rules and the effort to shove my feet under my desk for 8 hours straight - I completely forgot to enjoy the fact that it's the first week of January and I'm not wearing snow boots. So next time, (maybe even tomorrow) I'm slipping them on, wearing them proudly, and just maybe getting a new pedicure to go with it.