I put my socks on this morning
all happy-like and looking forward to a productive day.
Then I noticed the hole in my sock,
but I didn't think much of it...and ignored it.
Like the wee part of my foot
that kept sticking to my shoe,
doctors appointments were an hour in waiting,
there was a dead opossum at the side of the road.
There was cold, but alas, no snow,
insurance appraisers who assured me of their "excellent service,"
patted my arm,
and then called me "honey."
It was "Everybody-who-is-a-lousy-driver-should-drive-today" Day
and physical therapists who suggested the patient's mom
should work on her core.
In other words, "You need to do a few sit-ups, babe."
Thanks. Thanks a lot
annoying people, wonky universe.
It was all confirmed by the removal of my shoes,
to which another hole in my sock had appeared.
Sigh.
12 comments:
Happy New Year?
But at least you have snazzy pants! My physical therapist told me I can't do sit ups anymore because of my disc issues in my back. I love her! :)
Truly, you look adorable, Lin!! Yeah, holes in the socks? I no sooner throw a few away (finally) and I find more with holes. I've decided they don't make socks like they used to--either that, or I have razors embedded in my heels?? Happy New Year!
Aggravation upon aggravation. What a day. Yet, this, too, shall pass.
Love your lounge pants!!
Some days are like that. We used to call socks like yours "Sunday socks" because they were holey.
HA!! You need two drawers full of socks and then you could just put on a different pair!! ;)
And yet you still manage to look calm cool and collected. I also love the plaid pants.
I went through my sock drawer just before Christmas and tossed out any that were very thin on the bottom. It's so annoying to have a holy sock on. I say ditch them and buy a big bag of new ones at Wally World.
Great plaid britches ya got on there.
I was right with you when some freakin' stranger called you "honey." Too bad you didn't know about the hole then. You could have taken off your shoe and said, "put it in the sock hole, 'cause I ain't your honey."
As soon as I get a hole in my sock, out it goes. I usually get them by my big toe. I don't like it when strangers call me honey either--one of our regular waitresses does that, why I don't know.
Grace--Yeah, it wasn't a good start.
Beaded Tail--Oh, we have matching flannel pants for Christmas--do you like them? Colin didn't find them so great--he's a buzzkill. I hate sit-ups.
Karen--Hi, pally! Oh, I'm glad you are back!! Are you posting???! I hope so!! They don't make socks like they used to. I bought Joe some from Macy's and they were junk. The best ones were from Walmart, believe it or not.
Vanilla--It was just one of those days.
Diana--We have family matching pajama pants for Christmas! Isn't it dorky??
Chuck--It was that sort of a day. Just kept getting worse. But I kept going...trying to make it better!
Candy--I should have ditched them from the start. Can't believe the holes multiplied!
Ann--I had given up at that point. What a long day. Those are our matching family flannel pants!
Diane--I bought really nice ones for Joe at macy's and they were horrible! Not kidding...the ones at Walmart are the best for the money.
Sharkey--Well, I sorta gave that guy mega crap after that. You don't call me honey without paying for it. Believe me.
Karen--Women calling me "honey" is one thing...men....well, that is totally different and condescending. He paid for it, believe me. It was a very long day....hole or no hole.
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