Everything in italics I wrote on Tuesday. I took off early last Tuesday for Halloween and yesterday I had the day off for election day. Anya decided to be a monster last night and I had no time to finish. Oh well.
I've got to start working on Tuesdays. My gosh, it's hard to find time to do these things at home!
I hate matching socks. Now, I know everyone hates matching socks, but I really hate it! It's the absolute worst part of doing laundry. So I don't do it. When I moved out to go to college, I threw away every last sock I owned. Every single one. Oh, wait, I think I might have given some to my mother. She matches up socks. Every time she does laundry, she drags out the matchless socks in a mis-guided hope that one of those missing socks will find its way home. What a waste of time. No offense, Mom. So there I am with no socks. I went to Wal-mart (where else? evil little store...) and bought new ones. They all match. I have 2 different styles. Some are ankle socks and some are a little taller. They are all Hanes and they all have pink stripes on the toe. Then I bought some black ones. They all match too. Now, When I get a hole in a sock, I throw it away. I don't have to replace the whole pair, because it's not a pair. It's just a sock. I have had to add to the sock collection over the years, but the same theory is in effect. I hate matching socks.