Just now I was sitting on our semi-decrepit loveseat folding white boys' socks. I counted 19 pairs, in 7 different sizes, styles, brands, or shades of gray. This never fails to amuse me. It's like I'm always surprised that 3 children need approximately 5 loads of laundry weekly... sometimes 6 if school uniforms don't get worn twice.
As I'm folding, I glance behind me to find that I am not alone in the family room. Three undead warrior skeletons are standing sentinel in the candle arrangement just behind me.
This charming tableau - plastic skeleton dudes and vast numbers of athletic socks - seems to be the universe's way of making sure that I don't take myself too seriously.
A nice, simple slice of life!
Posted by: Jim Martin | 09/14/2010 at 04:06 AM