Yesterday after church, my sisters and a friend hid Easter eggs for our younger siblings to hunt. Of course, I was barefoot. Our yard was full of stickers and briars just waiting to lodge themselves into some unfortunate person's soles. That person was me. Hopefully, I got them all out. My resolve to be barefoot was being tested.
For softball I wear metal cleats. Basically, it's just tennis shoes with metal spikes attached to the bottom. While running around the bases, I kicked my ankle. Blood got all over my socks. This isn't the first time an episode like this has happened. Once again, being barefoot is the way to go.
I hope all you guys had a wonderful and blessed Resurrection Day!
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