Friday night pizza

"I'm making holes in mine like they do at Cosco".

He took the challenge and ate the whole thing.

67

This is for mature readers only: Ok, so the bad news first. Yes, this was my Friday night. All of you young pups getting cute and having a big night out...this is real life. Organizing socks. I kept getting after the big boys for wearing unmatched socks. They were thinking this was fine and dandy seeing as their big cousins do it....16/17 year olds mind you. Fine, but really there came a point where I had to see what was going on. Then reality hit: 67 unmatched socks. I have a designated spot for the unmatched ones out of the laundry and the stack had grown impressively-hence a little extra guilt to sit and "do socks". Thankfully we are provided with hand me down socks...but still a little taste of humble pie. I really try, honestly, I really try to stay on top of every single detail around here... So, here goes: the final story. I do believe after all these years that the washing machine does eat socks. I was in denial as are most of you--especially the judgemental ones reading this blog, but you should see my washer--it's huge!!! But just in case we find one in a crack or cranny...I still have my "lone sock stash". I think I have Jaiden's lost sock, Lisee. : )