In my version of hell...

there are two hundred socks floating around. None of them match. Yesterday, I picked up sixteen socks lying about the house. Three were found outside the house- in places like the yard, the sand box, or under patio furniture. I also found three shoes. How does this happen? One might assume that all items were of child-sized proportions, but you know that adage about assuming...

1 comment:

  1. Is it weird I feel somehow comforted by your version of hell?



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