there's a lot of 'lostasockaphobia' around! I remember when we were moving into our new house - I didn't have a sock box - I had a sock barrel. I vowed that if I didn't find the mates during the move that those single sox were gonna go. When I threw those socks into the gargage can I had to go back in no less than 5 times during the next week to retreive the mate to the sock that had just appeared in the house!(What can I say - I'm Scottish!)Where had those sock been? - maybe that's one of those questions that will be answered in Heaven
I'm old and worn out. The kids are to blame.
The Husband has been my Clark Griswold for a long time.
The Eldest is a future fashion designer.
The Boy eats. A lot.
The Princess is our future songwriter/diva.
The Monkey used to be The Baby. That changed the day she gave herself a mullet.
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there's a lot of 'lostasockaphobia' around!
I remember when we were moving into our new house - I didn't have a sock box - I had a sock barrel. I vowed that if I didn't find the mates during the move that those single sox were gonna go. When I threw those socks into the gargage can I had to go back in no less than 5 times during the next week to retreive the mate to the sock that had just appeared in the house!(What can I say - I'm Scottish!)Where had those sock been? - maybe that's one of those questions that will be answered in Heaven
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