In the never ending excitement that is my life, I rearranged my sock drawer this morning. I’ve heard of people doing that — I spent 49 years avoiding it. I didn’t find any 49-year-old socks in there, but I did notice that my taste in socks has changed. No, I’m not going with sock garters, I’m not that old yet, but I do like them comfy. And black. Blacker than black. Plus, I want them to go on my feet comfortably. I don’t want to work to put on my socks.
I know rearranging a sock drawer is tough to do. But I did it. To cap off my day, I picked blown trash off of our hill…and wait, it gets better. I followed that up by cutting Snickers the Wonder Dog and Benny J. Cat XXIII’s nails. Yeah, I’m living la vida loca.
