Ok, this will be short and sweet, I promise.
But….winter has to officially end now because I.AM.DONE.
Would you like to know what just sent me over the edge?
SOCKS.
We live in flip flops for the majority of the spring…certainly the summer…and even a good part of the fall. Which, I am sure you are all onboard enough to realize, equals little to no socks in the laundry!
I hit my threshold this morning. An average week, thanks to normal days, six “hockeys”, a couple of runs, some changes of wardrobe due to stepping in boot puddles by the front or back door, cold feet at night, etc. can easily add up to 40 paris of socks each week. Shoot me.
I actually look forward to the occasional lost sock…because that means I can throw the widowed match away.
Good Morning Gloucester 