Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Fall of the socks

The cool breeze. The changing colors of the leaves. The angry skies. The smell of burning wood in fireplaces. Flannel sheets tucked warmly on the bed. Daylight Savings Time cussed about in line at the coffee shop. Teen aged girls are fully covered, wearing sweater and furry boots. The smells. Starbucks peppermint mocha is back for a 'limited time'. I think I like fall.

Except for the socks!

During the summer husband wears sandals (without socks of course, I already won that battle) and during the fall makes the transition to socks and shoes, but not one pair of socks, no. Husband wears two pairs of socks during the winter... Which means, not only more laundry, but more for me to pick up.

When husband arrives home from work, he sheds the first pair of socks. These usually land on his side of the bed, the foot of the bed or on top of the laundry hamper. Never IN the laundry hamper. The second pair of socks linger on his feet a little longer, they make it through supper and coffee, but depart during TV time. This second pair of socks almost faithfully land on the corner of the couch.

So apart from the dirty stinky socks all over my house, I like fall. UGH.


  1. That's a real downer on fall alright. lol
    Fall is my favorite season of the year for oh so many reasons.

  2. Where I live, fall pretty much means nothing but adjusting the clocks an hour. Those palm trees don't seem to change color much...

  3. We get a month of fall. Or rather, winter just blends with it, one of the two.
    And I wear socks year round, but I promise I don't leave them on the floor.

  4. I need to layer my socks at night sometimes. I'm a wimpy California girl.
    Starbuck's peppermint mocha is the next best thing to chocolate-peppermint fudge.

  5. LOL....I hear ya!

    Thanks for the birthday wishes, girl! xoxox

  6. My son does exactly the same thing.

  7. My wife and you should have a conversation about me. haha I have the same affliction! Happy Turkey Day.