You may recall last Christmas that I received about a million pairs of socks. Every single pair was most welcome, especially considering all my old socks had holes in them, resulting in my toes being on display to everyone in the house. Not to mention the smell.
The only problem with my sock collection is they nearly all have the day of the week stitched into them. Therefore, every morning I have the difficult task of trying to locate the correct sock for the correct day.
You may wonder why I don’t just wear any odd sock, like Sunday’s sock on a Wednesday. Absolutely not! That would be unlucky and the world would probably end, or something equally bad. My life is hard.
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