Case of the Mondays?

So I went for a walk today during lunch. Being a college student, my walking gear included the pink shirt I wore to work along with my black capris, and flip flops. Tennis shoes are optional when you have just painted your toenails and when you have walked around Elitches in sandals. Who needs tennis shoes? Despite the fact that I have super flat feet that are making my back go all wack and possibly causes my shin splints, flip flops still remain my shoe of choice. Who wants to trap their feet when they can be free and everyone can see your new nail polish. As a prize for going on the walk, I received socks with our company logo on them. The only problem is that the socks look like they were made for Bigfoot or the Hulk. My feet are size 7.5 and these socks are seriously huge.

After my walk, I ate lunch with Caryl and Megan. Megan told me that my dad hugged her in a meeting once, as a joke. I asked her if she had said that socks with sandals are cool. She burst out laughing. I do imagine that my dad would hug someone that thought socks with sandals were cool; all he gets from me is constant teasing. To paraphrase Jim from the office: I wanted to apologize for all the pranks I pulled on him, and then he opened his mouth. I wonder how hard it would be to get his room key.

My younger brother has remained relentless with the short jokes. The other day he called, “Carly, where are you?” to which I replied “Here!” (like a dutiful student). Both he and my sister start looking closely at the carpet and say, “Carly, Carly, where are you. I can’t see you. Can you here me? Need help navigating that jungle down there?” Keep in mind that I am not that short and that my brother is currently shorter than me.

We had FHE tonight and I went with some people that I don’t know very well. The guy that drove had this nice sports car that just speaks “speed.” The funny thing was that he would speed up super, super fast and then go the speed limit. Correct me if I am wrong, but sports cars are meant to go fast (-er than the speed limit). We visited a family in his ward that I had never met. They asked me my name and once they heard it, I knew, I just knew that they know my dad. For those that don’t know how far my dad’s popularity stretches, I have had plenty of people tell me that I am his daughter. As if I hadn’t figured that out already.