Tuesday, June 21, 2011


So I am sitting on my bed with one sock on and one sock off. Years ago I bought the wrong size of socks, but not wanting to return them, I kept them.  I am now the owner of a couple pairs of socks that are too big for my feet. When I walk they flop around like soft clown shoes and easily slide off if (when) I run across an uncarpeted surface. So at some point today I lost a sock. And while other people, my age and social economic statue, might want to find that sock, or maybe change into a more classy argyle sock, I am perfectly happy sitting crossed legged on my bed, with one sock on and one sock of

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