Holey Socks! Amen!

I was just talking to my mother-in-law and she told me about someone writing about her experiences in Russia and sending the stories to friends to keep them posted. It sounded down right interesting. I've been checking out a blog one of my friends told me about. It's her girlfriend blogging about their families move to Mexico and reading it is humorous and enlightening.

Unfortunately, I'm not getting that vibe from my own ramblings and would be embarrassed to have any of these women read about my daily life. Why you ask, do I feel this way? Because today I'm going to tell you about holey socks. They are the bane of my existence and I had a long rant about them earlier in my day and still feel the need to share.

I want to know...could I just find one sock without a giant hole in it when I do laundry? It's like there's some freakish foot fungus that has hit my boys and it deteriorates socks on contact. It used to be that we blamed the holes on the boys sliding across the hardwood floors all the time but now that they've grown out of that fun, albeit annoying habit, it obviously wasn't the culprit. Most moms complain about the dryer "eating" socks so that they have to pair the Hello Kitty sock with the Nike one and their kids go to school looking like orphans. That's not the case here....I don't even have a mismatched pair to put together. I can't even recycle them into sock puppets they're so bad (a Webkinz turtleneck maybe)! I'm going to start a Save A Sock campaign. Anyone who wants to donate to the worthy cause will be buying the next package of socks for my boys! So then you won't have to listen to me rant anymore (at least about this topic). Please do us ALL the favor!

Maybe I should move to Belize where my post would be more interesting and my boys could wear flip-flops!