Monday, December 26, 2016


    Mr. Pepper is my best friend, my dream come true, my knight in shining armor, my prince charming .... you get the drift. When it comes to husbands I am one of the luckiest girls ever.
    There is one itty bitty thing though that is somewhat annoying to me.
    You see, when ever his supply of socks gets down to three pair he will announce he's almost out of socks and will I be doing the laundry soon?
     I have never, in all our years of marriage, ever allowed his clean socks supply to run out, so I've been trying to figure out where his need to panic when his supply dwindles to three pair comes from.
     I've come to the conclusion it must be that either he was a house elf in some previous life and socks are extremely important to him. Or else maybe his mother used to not keep him supplied in socks and he's still scarred from that.
    Since I don't believe in the previous life theory, I guess I'll be going with my second conclusion.
    This year for Christmas I finally did something I should have done years ago. I gave him twenty pairs of socks. May there never be need to panic again.
    Before you feel too badly about his Christmas ... rest assured he was happy to receive all the socks, and he got more thoughtful and fun gifts as well. :)