All was fine in the Kingdom of Socks. There was a certain balance; an equilibrium of sorts. Then, all was shattered when my husband got new socks. All of a sudden, there was a shift of power; a coup. My socks were now disgusting and dingy. Their degree of whiteness just wasn't up to par. What was previously the status quo, was now considered substandard. My socks were crushed.
My socks will rise again. My socks have experience and longevity on their side. My socks have been around since 1996. They have mountain biked, roller bladed, jumped out of an airplane, climbed mountains, scaled walls of ice, run a marathon, and survived two marriages; nothing can keep these socks back. No cotton tube sock can stand up to a microfiber sock with 1% lycra that even wicks sweat away from your foot!
My socks will prevail. They already lasted longer than my first marriage and if this keeps up . . .
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
The Great Sock Upheaval
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8 comments:
You are too funny! i've bookmarked your blog ;-)
came over from an etsy thread....
my socks always loose their partners ... watch out.
Sock it to 'em....couldn't resist!
LOL ya nut! I sense a "to be continued" somewhere..... ROFL.
No wonder I'm single.
I am a firm believer in socks. I never give up on my socks. Last time I counted, there were 72--count 'em, 72!--orphans in the kids' sock bag. Long live the sock!
I love your blog. The Great Sock Upheaval just etched it in stone for me! I'm linking to you from mine! :)
(Mindless Pursuits)
Moon - this is sooo funny.
awesome post. this always happens when my DH gets new socks, too.
Weird, I have a shoe thing and he has a sock thing. Only my shoes do not make his shoes jealous.
his socks, however, give mine an inferiority complex.
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