11 February 2008

grey socks

Roughly four minutes ago, I slid into a pair of warm knee socks, fresh from the dryer.

Call me persnickety and particular, but I do have my moments of being astoundingly easy to please.
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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

sounds wonderful.

3:16 PM
Kimberly Vanderhorst said...

Oh my yes...that sounds lovely...

1:02 AM
Anonymous said...

Mmmmm. Socks fresh from the dryer. Excellent.

6:36 AM
Melissa said...

There is nothing wrong with being easy to please!

5:36 PM
Cris Dukehart said...

My sister called me several days ago with similar news. She reported that following a particularly ugly cry, she had fallen into a dead sleep atop a pile of laundry fresh from the dryer. She further expressed sincere astonishment that waking with underpants on her head could leave her in such a remarkably good mood ;) I can see no reason why toasty socks on frigid toes should provide any less joy.

9:32 PM
janae said...

I also love towels from the dryer just coming out of the shower. You need someone else there to assist in this though.

2:28 AM

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