Just look at us. Hanging here between common socks. We are so bored. Liz has this idea that socks have to be hung out to dry - it seems she had a terrible incident a few years ago where she shrunk several pairs of expensive socks to the point that they wouldn't fit over her big feet. I suppose if hanging out to dry will keep us healthy and beautiful, we can live with it.
We just wish she would put us in the drawer once we are dry! In the drawer we are safe and cozy and can just hang out with the other socks. If we move, she'll never know. It's not like she folds us all neatly and arranges us in the drawer in a sensible manner. At least she manages to keep us together when we go in the drawer, but beyond that she seems unconcerned with keeping her socks tidy. Hanging out in the open like this, though, means we have to stay glued to our spot like soft little statues or she'll notice something is up.
And waiting out in the open like this. Watching other socks get chosen before us. Seeing her come in and out of the room in preparation for all sorts of adventures. Seeing her eyes hesitate on us and then move on as she chooses socks for her next outfit. Half of her clothes are blue! We go with almost everything! Come on already! Let's go! It's like waiting to be picked for Dodgeball. She keeps telling us that we are special and the only reason we can't go out today is because she is saving us for a unique adventure. Heck, going almost anywhere would be a unique adventure - we've only been out of the house twice! (On adventures, that is. We're already over the "excitement" of the laudromat.)
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poor lonely socks....at least you don't have to mingle in the dryer like MY socks!
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