Every day I ask myself where are my socks. WHY can’t I find any socks. I mull about like a drunken zombie moaning and mumbling “sock”. Those close to me don’t get involved. They ignore me mostly. Once in a while someone might ask me what I am doing. As soon as they hear about socks….bam. they disappear. Then it happens…I spy the remains of what might be a precious.
OMG a sock!!! Precious. Holding it up to the light….
I have learned to limit my time and effort on searching for an exact match. It makes my life easier. So No- my socks don’t always match. I am smart enough to wear boots though. It is war and I am determined to win.
I mean here I am sitting at work with a sweater dress on and leggings (because tights would be too much like long long socks) and no one is any wiser that I have these little pink socks on under my brand new boots.
I feel like today I won the sock war.