We’ve had a few “snow” days lately. Some more legit than others.
On one of the first, I did a double take when I saw Hubby’s feet. He was wearing the strangest, pink-heeled socks I’d ever seen.
Only after a moment of real confusion did I realize I was seeing his heels. Like, the skin of his heels. The heel of each sock was completely and totally gone, and the holes were quite orderly, really. Neat and straight. And they matched one another.
I tentatively asked if he would mind if I threw these “socks” away. He didn’t mind.
And yet I hesitated. Who knows why?
So on last week’s Snow Day, he wore them again.
They’re gone now. I learned my lesson: Don’t hesitate when decluttering permission is given. Just don’t.
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