Why I Love Socks

It has become somewhat of a tradition for me to receive socks as a present during the holidays. I love socks. The cuter they are, the more excited I get. Themed socks, toe socks, even just brightly colored socks, I love them all!
Why do I love socks so much, you ask? The plan truth is, it's COLD! My feet are the skinniest part of my body and I need to protect them from the impending hypothermia and frostbite. No, I don't walk outside in the winter without shoes on, I just live in my Mother's house where the thermostat is set to 62 degrees Fahrenheit on a good day. So I figure, if I have to keep my feet covered and warm, why not do it in style? Socks have become my new accessory, and any lady will tell you, accessories need to be cute.

So, I guess I can thank my Mother for my love of socks and every time Christmas rolls around, I'm sure to have at least one warm present!

End of an Era

My parents have been married for 25 years now, and during that time my mother has owned two pillows. That's right folks, only TWO!
Two is the number of wheels on a bicycle.
Two is the loneliest number since the number one.
Two is the amount of years you should own a pillow before replacing it.

Two is NOT the amount of pillows you should own in a 25 year period.

Needless to say, I thought her pillow was disgusting. No longer in the shape of a normal pillow, and with a stench of my Mother you could only get by resting your nose in her belly button, it was time for a change. This Christmas was that time.

Receiving new pillows as a present meant that her oh so loved pillow had to go. So on Christmas, not only did I receive the joy of Jesus, I received the joy of seeing my mother's disgusting, over-loved pillow bite the dust. We joked about burning it, but resisted for fear of some airborne virus that might attack in the smoke.

So, nasty pillow, wherever you may be, rest in pieces and thanks for holding my mother's fungal spores and dust mites for over fifteen years. You're the best!