But still, I usually know exactly where those three pairs of socks are. When you keep a low inventory, it’s usually easier to keep track of your personal belongings.
But not this time. OK, well, maybe my mind was still on apple crisp, but I couldn’t find any socks. I looked in every possible spot and then I realized I should look, as a last resort, in my husband’s sock drawer. And there they were. All three pairs of white athletic socks just waiting to be busted out of the dark and worn around town.
At first, I grabbed the socks and went to put them on. It wasn’t until a few moments later, I realized that when it comes to socks and toothbrushes, I’ve got no secrets. We have to stay together, not only for the tax break, but now if we ever were to break up, I’d have no place to put my socks and I’d be without a toothbrush. Yes, old married couple is our new title.