Socks
I have this love/hate relationship with socks. I really like wearing socks. A fun or pretty pair of socks can really make my day. I can milk a good pair of socks for probably 10-15 smiles a day just by looking down and seeing how fun they are and letting the Joy of Socks™ in. I even made myself a pair of socks once. On the other hand...
I can never seem to find the socks I want. they always get separated... one is clean and one is dirty, or the whole pair has gone missing. If I'm late for work... chances are it's because I couldn't find a pair of socks to wear. It lost 10 minutes the other morning looking for my red socks. I could not find them anywhere.
Someday, if I ever win the lottery, or get so ahead of the projects in the house that I have the spare cash for such frivolous things, I'm gonna go buy a whole lotta socks. Maybe take several days or even weeks collecting a stable full of pretty, fun, durable, happy socks. Then I will write in my calendar to do it again in a year. Then I will never have trouble finding the right pair of socks and my life will be beautiful and complete. Or something like that.
But for today, I am wearing sandals.
I can never seem to find the socks I want. they always get separated... one is clean and one is dirty, or the whole pair has gone missing. If I'm late for work... chances are it's because I couldn't find a pair of socks to wear. It lost 10 minutes the other morning looking for my red socks. I could not find them anywhere.
Someday, if I ever win the lottery, or get so ahead of the projects in the house that I have the spare cash for such frivolous things, I'm gonna go buy a whole lotta socks. Maybe take several days or even weeks collecting a stable full of pretty, fun, durable, happy socks. Then I will write in my calendar to do it again in a year. Then I will never have trouble finding the right pair of socks and my life will be beautiful and complete. Or something like that.
But for today, I am wearing sandals.