No Funky Orange Shoes For Virginia

It is still hot here-still to hot to lace up my funky super-neon orange shoes (the ones I got in Pleasant Hill, home of Murderer's Creek), but Mr. M and I will be traveling soon, to a place that may be more conducive to an outdoor jaunt. So, I excitedly packed my orange shoes. Then, along came a mess, and I found myself unintentionally caught in a web of debate. After some careful thought, I realized that my discouraged mood was not worthy of my fun and funky shoes, so I unpacked them and replaced them with a pair of sensible-but-boring running shoes. It's funny, the small things that reflect our mood. What do you wear/do/say when you're sad? When you're happy?