I really do know what to do with them. Honestly, I do. To the trash with you, bastard socks! But dear Jonathan Stone got me thinking. Dear, dear, evil Jonathan Stone. He suggested I make a home for wayward socks, where all orphaned socks can go and live out their natural lives (which, it seems, would be eternity, as they are no long being worn). A little cardboard box with cubbyholes and windows they can look out of.
Now that's just silly.
But I was thinking - does anyone want them? They're not all mine! How could I throw away what is not mine! For example: that "white" one with the sparklies - I think that's Spoo's. I have no idea how I got that weird nude colored one. Oh, and look - a mitten! That strange blue one - that's from flying British Airways - I'm sure someone has a similar lonely, shapeless, tubular blue BA sock and is dying for a match. So you just let me know. Send me an email and I'll mail it right to you.
Anyways, I think I'll throw them away in a week. But if you want any of them, let me know. They'll be so pleased.
The only useful thing I've ever thought to do with single socks: cut off the toe and put them over your dry, miserable elbows in the winter with lotion. Sleep. Then you'll have happy, moisturized elbows in the morning.
ReplyDeleteTHROW! THEM! AWAY!
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see - they have a use! tho my elbows are usually fine... maybe other people's elbows?
ReplyDeleteYou are killin me....this could be a book some day. I love cows! cant wait to come visit.
ReplyDeleteWell, the problem there with the elbow solution is that everyone has their own single socks. And nobody really wants to adopt someone else's. :-)
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