It’s the little things in
life that are really most important.
Bras that don’t hurt. Underwear
that doesn’t have runs or holes. Pants
that don’t creep up. Socks that aren’t
worn out.
When George left the house
Saturday, he discovered that the socks he was wearing were worn paper
thin. These favorites, the “World’s
Softest Socks,” are getting hard to find now.
First they were in stores, then they were in an outlet mall near us, now
we can only hope they are still in the Carlsbad mall. That’s 40 minutes up the coast from us.
If your feet aren’t happy,
you can’t be happy. That’s the bottom
line. He found fuzzy slippers to replace
his totally worn out slippers, but he isn’t happy with the soft socks he found
at JCPenney’s. Yes, he was overjoyed to
discover he could buy “World’s Softest Socks” online.
He ordered five pair. He’s a happy man. I’m happy too. He didn’t have to borrow any of my “World’s
Softest Socks.”
I am feelig a bit heavy and thick from all the holiday decorations I had to struggle through to find some fireplace starter squares, some clarifying shampoo, and some small envelopes to store seeds. Gave up on looking for small statue for my DILs bulb garden. I like Christmas, but I no longer love it.
ReplyDeleteGlad the sock crisis resolved. Ignoring the holidays for the moment, at least as much as I can. Glad you two are feeling "ok."
ReplyDeleteI kept reading that as "world's SAFEST socks." Wondered what made them so safe, and why would someone need safe socks. Maybe it would help if I was wearing my glasses while reading these posts!
ReplyDeleteLeft a comment, but WP is nuts this AM. Glad G found his socks. Very important.
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