Hairy Hot Mess…

I’ve been wearing the same socks for three days.

I’m freshly showered.  My body is nicely lotion’ed.  My jeans are clean. My sweater is clean. My underwear is clean. Even my bra is clean.

I know, right? A clean bra. That’s almost like having a clean bathroom. Which is obviously very rare in my life.

So, why oh why, am I wearing dirty socks?

I’d like to say it’s because I am lazy.  Too lazy to wrestle the mass of mismatched’ness of socks in my sock drawer.  Or maybe I know that no matter how long I look in my sock drawer, I am going to end up raiding Zed’s sock drawer and wear a pair of his gross grey Toronto Maple Leaf socks that used to be white.

So… SCREW IT. Three day old socks it is.

And here is the thing….I didn’t even try today. I didn’t even try to look. I just walked over to the dirty pile of laundry and put on the same pair of socks that I have been wearing for three days.

When did I stop caring?

Probably around the same time I quit shaving my legs……..and bikini area.

Oh God.

12 thoughts on “Hairy Hot Mess…

  1. I’m not sure how I ended up on your blog, but I loved this post! Makes me feel good to know, I’m not the only one who gets “lazy” sometimes.LOL
    I’ve been known to go out and buy new socks just to keep from searching for a match.

  2. I take all the socks in the laundry and dump them in one laundry basket. I then PAY the kid to match them while she watches TV. It’s the only way I EVER have socks and to me? It’s worth every penny I give her.

  3. @SJ.. they do?
    @Sassy: Quit being so nice!
    @Lucy: Now I want to eat lobster.
    @A.B: You ended up here b.c you are also weird.
    @Leanne: You are a genius!

  4. OK – it’s official. We live the same life. (except I don’t get to be on the radio – boo).
    I’ve totally bought new socks to avoid having to match them up…. I confess that I dress my children in mismatched socks and then tell people they wanted it that way. I’ve totally worn socks multiple days in a row… frankly – all clothes – all sins punishable by death in my teen years. Funny – now, it’s my normal. Sad, really! 🙂

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