Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Perhaps this is part of the reason our marriage works so well

An excerpt from an actual conversation last night while Skeeter was setting out his clothing and boots for this morning:

SKEETER: I'm running out of socks.

ME: Okay. I'll wash some tomorrow.

(Skeeter walks by with one grey sock and one navy blue sock.)


ME: Those don't match, you know.

SKEETER: Oh, I know. My socks haven't matched for the last few days.

ME: Oh no! I'm so sorry! I had no idea you were out.

SKEETER: I wasn't out. I just didn't have any that matched.

ME: Well that's just as bad as being out!

SKEETER: No it's not. You've been busy, so I didn't want to ask you to wash them until I really needed them. You're the one who worries about that whole matching thing anyway. To me they're just something to cover my feet.

5 comments:

Alkelda the Gleeful said...

Yup.

Right there with you.

JP said...

hehehe. That's sweet!

Fresh Girl said...

I'm kinda with Skeeter here...I've been known to wear mismatched socks. Sometimes they're at least the same color, but a different style, but there's the rare occasion when I have on a white sock and a black sock. *g*

Candy said...

Wow, I like him.

My husband would have washed them himself, while passive-aggressively including my favorite wool sweater, which I would then donate to the dog.

Noodle said...

Yes, my Skeeter is a pretty great guy most of the time. :)

He used to DO all of the laundry, back when I worked at the bookstore nights and weekends. He even had to take it to a laundromat since our apartment didn't have a washer or dryer. And he did a good job with it!