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.
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Yup.
Right there with you.
hehehe. That's sweet!
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*
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.
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!
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