Miss OCD strikes again

If I walk on my treadmill, I must wear my shoes. That’s certainly a natural assumption. 🙂 Upon looking for my shoes, which were no longer in their always-visible-in-the-way spot, I called out … “Where are my shoes?” to which Joseph walked in, pointed and said “right there!” in front of the treadmill.

Well, what I found in front of said treadmill were not one pair of shoes, but 5 (exactly five) pairs of tennis shoes. Upon closer examination, I noticed that every single shoe had had its shoelaces removed. 🙂

Me: “Ron! Ron! Come here!”
Ron: “What?”
Me: “Look at the shoes.”
Ron: “Yeah, so, they are in a pile.”
Me: “No …. LOOK at the shoes.”

and it was then that he saw it.

Do you know how HARD it is to re-lace shoes that have had their laces in place for ages and ages? relacing “used” laces takes concentration and then they are never right!

They now SHOW off the dirty parts intermixed with the clean parts. 🙄

Needless to say, we both spent a collective 1/2 hr re lacing our shoes … I only had one undone. Ron had three and Joseph had one.

And who was our de-lacing culprit?

Not me! (says Abby) … it was Emi!

And Emi’s response? “It was an accident!”

🙂

Nice try Miss OCD.