|Somewhere there's a pair that match.
This morning Sheryl got to the dentist's office and realized she had worn two different shoes. I can hear my mom laughing - she did stuff like that all the time. My philosophy on white socks is that if one is yellow-tipped and the other is gray-tipped, well, there's another pair just like them in the drawer somewhere.
Somewhere up there my mom is watching "When Harry Met Sally" and walking on her beloved ocean sand with her parents. I hope she takes her shoes off. And where she's at, it doesn't matter if they match.
It's the important things, you know.