True story; every year for Christmas my mom gets me at least one pair of argyles in my stocking. This year there were none in there, and I was quite sad but I didn’t want to say anything. Then that night out of nowhere she said to me “you know, I don’t think I remembered to put the socks in your stocking. I brought them with me, they must be in my suitcase!” And all was right with the world again.
I would be lying if I said it wouldn’t make me greatly disappointed to not receive a pair of fuzzy socks in my stocking at my mom’s house each year. I totally understand. And besides, those are some pretty cool lookin’ socks you got there!
did you blog this telepathically while we were watching no country for old men?
December 28th, 2009 at 12:24 am
True story; every year for Christmas my mom gets me at least one pair of argyles in my stocking. This year there were none in there, and I was quite sad but I didn’t want to say anything. Then that night out of nowhere she said to me “you know, I don’t think I remembered to put the socks in your stocking. I brought them with me, they must be in my suitcase!” And all was right with the world again.
December 28th, 2009 at 12:28 am
I would be lying if I said it wouldn’t make me greatly disappointed to not receive a pair of fuzzy socks in my stocking at my mom’s house each year. I totally understand. And besides, those are some pretty cool lookin’ socks you got there!
January 5th, 2010 at 6:56 pm