Let me begin by stating that I understand the value of socks.
On a cold, wintery day, I can appreciate my tootsies being snuggled in a sleeve of soft wool. I am grateful that they keep blisters at bay during my jaunts at the gym. And I am thankful for their ability to prevent my kids' shoes from harboring the aroma of their not-so-rosy smelling feet. That being said...
I hate socks.
This is the amount of socks who's partners have been reported as missing in action in a week.
Where on EARTH do they disappear to?
It is one of the great wonders of the world...
a wonder that irritates me to no end.
This is why I am soooo looking forward to summer,
and a whole lot of days in these:
Bless my little ones' wee sweet toes.
And bless the fiend who steals half of our socks...he must need them more than we do!