Nov 5, 2013
Autumn Sedum Joy
the hens were busy
While we are talking socks (oh, yeah, we moved on?) ...I feel lucky because I always find stray socks, sometimes a year later. Once, I got out fuzzy pajama pants for winter and found a sock up the leg. You have to be patient with socks. Socks have their own timeline.
I have never, ever thrown away a stray sock. Never ever. If the occasional lost sock never shows up, I use the sock for a dust rag, grease rag in the trunk, or something. I have been known to use a sock to pad Christmas ornaments.
Today, I spent the day throwing up the antibiotic. This torture never ends, never ends!
How did you spend this Saturday?