friggen socks
I hate socks. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. Not the wearing of them. The FINDING of them. The finding of them for 12 foots every day! I don't know what it is about them, but I think they are alive. I swear they are. I find onesies and twosies laying here and there. They get put in the wash. I don't know what happens to them after that because even when the laundry is seemingly done (well, at least the loads of whites) I still cannot find enough socks to cover all those toes. I don't know how many times LittleBoyBlue has worn PrincessGirls purple-toed socks. Or we've raided SquishyBaby's drawer to wear socks that these foots have long outgrown. I need to find a sock fix. Fast. If this goes on much longer I may have to dip everyone's feet into some sort of permasock solution.
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first off, thanks for the reminder that i promised am i would try to find some more socks like the ones i gave her last year than nanners now wears. (gray with pink toes, i think).
secondly, a solution: socks on a string! much like mittens on a string, but more dangerous.
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