Ten: Bare Feet

This was one of the many days before Kellie moved into her new home that we spent our lunch break running errands.

This was also the day I decided high heels while pregnant is only acceptable if you plan to walk less than 100 steps.

If you have ever been to IKEA, you can sympathize with me when I say I was nearly in tears by the time I was half way through the first level (of the never ending maze).

Which is why I am thankful that Kellie appreciates my opinions on decor more than she is embarrassed by my lack of couth.

*Note: This is also the day I realized I should pack flip flops with me wherever I go.