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So my dear husband makes me laugh every day at least once. I have told him that sometimes, when I with him is the only time I am happy all day. Sometimes he makes me laugh until I am in a fit of stomach-ache and tears. A few nights ago was one of those moments....
We were folding laundry. Specifically those white socks that come in a million shapes, sizes, and brands. Nike, Adidas, Hanes, Gold Toe, mid-calf, ankle, low-rise, invisible, sport thickness, blah blah. I'm not sure how you store your socks, but Benjamin has a bin in his closet for tall white socks, a bin for low white socks, and a bin for the remaining oddball socks in transition between mates. After I finished sorting the sock madness into pairs that made sense, and depositing them in their tall or low bins, I was left with an unusually large handful of lonely ones.
With a teasing despondent face, I lifted up the scrappy handful, saying, "These poor socks, they have no mate." :(
From behind a stack of folded white tees, I hear Benjamin's chipper response: "Oh, don't worry, we'll just take them over to the singles group!"
Well maybe you had to be there, but the idea of a singles group sock bin just made me giggle. And giggle. And laugh hard outloud. And bend over laughing. And get hiccups from laughing.
So do your lonely socks get to hang out with the singles group? Just checking.