The deal with the flip flops.

“I guess you didn’t get the memo.”
“What memo?”
“That it’s raining.”


I am not going to apologize for wearing flip flops in the rain. Or the cold. I just have a hard time keeping my feet locked up in shoes (or worse – socks).

Does that make me crazy? Does that make me a hippie? Or closed-toe-a-phobic?

Maybe all three.

All I can tell you is this – if I didn’t wear ‘real’ shoes at my own wedding…

…I ain’t changin’ in the rain.