I love my flip flops.  They just say “summer” to me.  Plus, they also give me the best of all sandal tans.

Well, earlier tonight, I had to make a Target run.  I grabbed my keys, hopped in the car, and got sad.  Yep, I was barefoot.  I had even forgotten the most minimal of foot apparel, the flip flop.  Society would not accept my behavior.  You know that your mind has completely embraced summer, when flip flops even seem like too much footwear.

Ah, the beauty of a carefree summer mind.  Now, if only Target would agree that my bare feet are welcome, all the world would smile and I would walk free.