Shoe Tying

I got a teeny-weeny stone in my shoe in the restroom at work. Odd place for that to happen, though. It must have jumped on my shoe at lunchtime when I went outside, and then it worked its way down to where I could finally feel it.

So, when I got back to my desk, I had to take off my shoe and shake the little thing out. And that reminded me of something Barbara Johnson said one time at a Women of Faith conference:

"You know you're getting old when you bend down to tie your shoe, and you ask yourself, 'What else can I do while I'm down here?'"

I didn't ask that question, so I guess I'm doing all right.