Tragedy has befallen the Morrill household! They're dead, gone, kaput. The other day, I was feeling especially spunky and I reached for my "bite me" socks. I knew it was going to be one of those days. I started to put them on and I heard a rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppp. A HUGE hole in my sock. It's not something that can be fixed. They are dead. Please join with me in mourning my favorite pair of socks.
"They were kind, loving socks that always kept my feet warm. They never talked back or complained. You could always count on them. Now as we lay to rest the best socks ever. Let us not dwell on the loss, but look to the future and keep your eyes out for another pair of "bite me" socks. May they rest in peace."
And seriously, call me if you find another pair.
6 comments:
It's like saying farwell to an old friend. they got Abby through some hard times with a smile the past few years. I will particulalry miss the mischievous look in her eyes when she wore them. Good bye old friends. You will be missed.
What are you talking about have your mom get the sewing machine out, or find a piece of fabric to cover the whole!! come on you can do something to save those socks!! I have faith in you.
Goodbye, friends. We will miss you. Maybe someday we will be able to find your replacement.
We will have to look high and low but I fear our chances are slim. Perhaps in our travels will find a suitable replacement, or maybe even better, you will never need to bite me again because your life is so fulfilling, NOT.
Funeral services for a pair of socks? Are you serious?
Cory
I'm always serious. I never joke. No sense of humor here. Socks are serious business. Ask Lt. Dan. He was most concerned with his feet in Vietnam. Remember?
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