SOCKS!!! Just when I start thinking that I’m never going to get past all the papers, out pops more socks! There’s definitely too many socks! It’s like a bad dream. Everywhere I turn there’s more. And I’m not sure which is more boring: the socks or the papers.
I asked my son if he wanted some of the black ones because occasionally he needs to dress up. He said yes and then promptly set them down next to himself on the couch. When he left, he didn’t take them. So guess where they are. They are in the garbage with the rest of these.