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I actually only just realized what I'd done today, but the fuck up goes back a month ago on a typical day. My mom, sister and I are very close and rely on our group text message as I'm two hours from home at school and my sister lives in another state. It's not uncommon for me to check my phone during a break at work to find over 20 messages from the two of them alone (at least half are them harassing me for my absence in the convo). It was during one of these breaks when I quickly scanned through a dozen or so messages from them and responded briefly. My mom had sent a few pictures of our shoe cabinet in the garage that was overflowing with old cleats and dusty sandals. She asked my sister and I to let her know the ones we wanted to keep so that she could clean out the shelves and donate the unused shoes. I let her know I wanted to keep a pair of wedges that I break out once or twice a year then tucked my phone into my bag and went back to work. 

Today I drove home for the weekend. I went looking for my rain boots (my very expensive rain boots) in hopes of pulling off the rainy-day-chic look. After looking in every closet in the house and the shoe cabinet in the garage, I finally faced my growing intuition and asked my mom if she had donated them with the others... I think you all can guess where this is going. Apparently I had scanned over one of the pictures that showed not only my rain boots, but another expensive pair of winter boots... 

The worst part is, I bought (the rain boots) after spring when they were on sale, so I had them stored away all winter and never even got to where them :')
 
silver lining: (hopefully) someone else is finally rocking those stylish boots!!
<bot>: I read through a group message too fast and gave my mom permission to give away some of my old shoes including two pairs of my new, expensive boots.