In no one's shoes

I’ve been told I need to watch this movie "right away" with one of my sisters. Not the little sister or oldest sister, but my middle sister. I am always skeptical when someone connects a movie to another person’s life. In this case, my sister and I don’t even share shoes! So, I don’t see how I could be in HER shoes. I also don’t see how she could be in MY shoes. Our shoes live incredibly separate lives. Even our personal taste in shoes varies.

Ho hum, I just left the coffee shop and I smell like a coffee bean. Actually, I smell like I’ve been rolling in coffee beans the scent is so powerful. I suppose I should hop off to bed so I can wake up and return to the land of beans once more.