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Missing Shoes and Santa Socks

In The Daily Drool on April 5, 2010 at 11:27 am

I don’t know where my shoes are.

My dad and his buddies unloaded the moving truck while I was driving over, they loaded it all into the garage, into the crevices and spaces that were available, so there are boxes behind things like his motorcycle, and a large cabinet mid-construction, and other big heavy things that I can’t see through.

Somewhere, out there amidst the mess, are my shoes.

Sure, I thought it would be a good idea to pack a little carry-along bag, a bag of necessities- my toothbrush, clean change of clothes, etc.  But what wound up in the bag were a pair of sweatpants, two pairs of socks, my phone charger and flip flops.  I moved, painted, and cleaned in one shirt.  Gross.  Then I got home where it was friggin’ SNOWING, and all I had for my feet were my flip flops!

Now it’s a few days later and thankfully I’ve located/unpacked the majority of my clothes… I’ve even managed to sort out my sock and underwear drawer, but the shoes?  Well, let’s just say these little piggies are chillin’.

Hence the Santa Socks.

You see, I woke up in the middle of the night with cold toesies, stumbled over to the sock bin and pulled a pair out.  I woke up this morning with chuckles at what I found on my feet.

Christmas in April.


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?