Socks... ode to your mysterious ways of disappearing. Especially until just after I have thrown out your match. You reappear solo only to taunt me. The way you warm my feet in the winter almost balances the long nights I spend finding your matches and balling you up....
OK enough of that.
Socks are a struggle to find around here. It isn't that we don't have 100's, it's just such a chore to fold them I find myself putting it off until we are really out. So this morning Erin says Mom I don't have any socks. So I say "I just folded you like 5-6 pair of socks a couple days ago. Where are they all? She says, "Mom it's your fault. You keep making me take showers and then I have to change them." Go figure........
So it was those pesky 3-4 showers a week that used up all the socks.......hmmm that must be it.
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