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Losing my mind amidst packing-tape and sock-drawers

In The Daily Drool on March 25, 2010 at 11:33 am

I have about fifty pairs of socks.

I’m not exagerrating. 

And as I began stuffing them into garbage bags (for that’s my second moving-container of choice) I tried to throw some out.  “But there’s nothing wrong with them!”  You haven’t worn these pumpking orange socks since 1998!  “But they’re so fun, and… I might!”  WHEN?  “Halloween?  or Harvest time…”  HARVEST TIME?  Are you moving to the 1800’s?  Throw em out, Throw em out, THROW EM OUT!  (beat, beat, beat)  “No.”

And so it goes. 

I’m taking 48 pairs of socks home with me because two pair had undeniably irreperable holes. 

I hate packing.  Oh, I’m sorry, that should be I HATE PACKING.  And I DESPISE MOVING, because it requires packing…. and packing requires sorting, which drives me mad.

And that’s all I have to say about anything today.  (Grumpity, GaRump!)

How’s things on your planet?

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