Yes well, this evening I went ahead and forfeited all my pride and dignity and very intentionally wore my house shoes OUT of the house. For 2 errands. I wasn't really even in a hurry. As I was gathering things to leave the house to run to the store and pick up our dinner, I opened the closet, saw one of my shoes and made the decision: it was not worth the effort to rummage around for the other shoe, BOTH of my slippers were sitting right in front of me, so easy!
These are about what my slippers look like. I actually had an internal dialogue in my head convincing myself that they actually looked like shoes.
It wasn't until I was walking into the store, in the snow, over wet piles of salt, in slippers, that it hit me: this is not ok. Then and there, all my self respect went out the window, but a valuable lesson was learned- house shoes belong one place and one place only: in the house.