The French-Canadian veterinary research histopathologist to whom I am married 'does experiments' on me; most of them involve watching (like the Snowy Owl, official bird of Quebec), how long it will take me to pick something of mine up off the floor. So far, the record is 3 weeks and 2 days for "a feather, a piece of cardboard ... and a string", which he moved now and then to see if I noticed them. (I did; I just chose to ignore them.)
I do not know what it means if I only remove one sock, as I did earlier this evening.
Socks, eh? Who'd have 'em?!
Yours mysteriously
NWM
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Wait - my son does that. Only his socks, which are strikingly similar in colour, began life white with grey heels and toes. Also they have a tendency to slither across the floor when they think no one is looking, and three pairs were once found under the couch plotting to overthrow the sockist regime and institute an anarcho-syndicalist commune.
Do you know, I once had a daughter like that. I would find dusty balls of socks in the oddest places, sometimes days after she had left the house.
That's what I do! I'm not alone!
Except I take them off with the toes of my other foot and then see how far I can propel them across the room. If they land on or near my other half, so much the better. He finds it repulsive, which is better still.
I do the same thing, on the rare occasion that I bother to wear socks.
Who needs them, indeed.
Monkeymother!! I am still your child!!!!! It is me!!!!
Wendy - have you ever landed one in his mouth?
Tracy - to be honest, I think socks are idiots. It's not the first time I've said it and it won't be the last.
Only draped across his eyes. For some reason, he got cross.
Men have no sense of humour.
I had a box full of sonshine's toys that were sat in the back room for immediate distribution to a local charity shop.
Hubby's final words on quitting dear old Scotia for his ship in South Africa was: 'make sure you get that moved before I come back'.
He came home this morning - after 6+ weeks away - and plonked his case down....next to the still full trug.
Not only had it not been moved, no trace of a vaccuum cleaner could be found in the environs either.
The dust bunnies behind it are SO big they've got pets of their own. Probably bank accounts too.
I think it's fun being feral. No one has high expectations of you ;-)
Ali x
We have a game in our house which we call Dodge Sock. It is because my son likes to remove his socks and leave them lying around. We then throw them at each other, and have to dodge them. It is hilarious (we are all hilarious in our house, oh yes).
My other son, however, who is only a toddlish person, likes to remove his socks (or get someone else to do it - "Sock off!" he cries) and then put them on his hands, at which point it becomes very hilarious (for him) to tickle anyone who comes near him using his sock-adorned hands, mostly in the face area. He also likes to pinch people's cheeks when thus adorned. He is only little, but his feet smell a bit.
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