For now all I have on my mind are socks. I don’t need them much in the Summer but this time of year they are a must. You can tell a lot about a person by their sock drawer. If I were a psychiatrist I would skip the chit chat and just go for the socks.
Socks are amazing the way they are purchased in pairs and then seem to take on a life of there own and do everything they can to go there own separate ways. These days with life so hectic I just stopped caring about all that. If they are from the same color family I wear them.
When my children were babies, I gave up on the whole sock pair thing. The grand parents would ask why the child was wearing one pink sock and one blue sock. I would explain that I had simply given up on the whole matching thing and that I had to do something so that the baby would not get cold feet. I think that is what mothers are supposed to do.
The kids are past the age where I have to worry about their socks so I only have to think about my own. After all these years I still don’t have a method for making sure that I have socks to wear and that they are at the very least from the same color family.
I used to speculate endlessly, wondering if it is the dryer that eats the socks or the washer, I think most of us have had that conversation with ourselves at some point. It is tempting to watch both machines and see which one it is but I am not sure watching appliances would be gripping enough to keep me awake through the whole process. Part of me wants to just find a way to solve the whole sock thing, yet I wonder how much time I should spend on such a frivolous endeavor.
If I can just rise above it all and not think about socks I can think about something else, but if I don’t have socks that is all I can think about . . . to complicate the situation when I show houses I have to take my shoes off. No one has ever commented on my socks but I know what they are saying behind my back. " . . honey I really liked that last house, did you notice that the REALTORS socks were not from the same color family . . . he he he " . . Yes I did, I wonder what her sock drawer looks like . . ha ha ha
Have a great weekend, it is going to be warm. Ask your boss to let you go home early today so that you can start organizing your sock drawer.
Active Rain members there is no truth to the rumor started by boomer Jack that I threw out the toaster because I was hearing voices. I did it because I thought it was stealing my socks.