Picture this:

You have just finished all of your morning chores and you're feeling pretty happy with yourself. As the clock strikes noon you decide it's a good time to have a well-deserved lunch break. You sit down with your yummy sandwich and start watching the news in the den. (Yes, I know, I'm supposed to eat at the table;) All of a sudden you hear this very loud CRASH and you wonder what in the world it could be. All of a sudden you remember your trip to Sam's Club the previous day and the GINORMOUS

container of liquid laundry detergent you purchased. We're talking 110 loads here, people. You jump up as quickly as you can and RACE to the laundry room (I think I could have beaten Flo Jo from the Olympics) and to your horror you see all 110 loads of detergent gushing out all over the floor. You enter the room as quickly as you can to try to stop the impending flood and you forget that you have these on:

These are your leather KEDS that you wear everyday ~ did you know they have very slick soles??? Oh, yes, they do! As you go to reach down to pick up the container you start to skate across the floor, just like Dorothy Hamel,(and yes, I realize we have a lot of Olympic analogies going on here) but, the only problem is YOU ARE NOT Dorothy Hamel. And because you are NOT Dorothy Hamel you end up sitting in a sticky sea of detergent. After a little bit of sobbing and REPEATED attempts to get up (try getting up from a floor covered in laundry detergent) you finally hoist yourself help and limp to the den, all the while leaving nice detergent footprints all over the kitchen. Out of the corner of your eye you notice your three cats and dog looking at you as if you've lost your mind!

You then decide that you didn't have anything to post about today, so why not this? After taking the picture of your shoes you are horrified to see how dirty your "old faithful Keds are." You think to yourself, "I really need to wash those." Only problem is, there is NO DETERGENT:)