socks in my laundry has officially begun.
i love the sound of laundry in my washer and dryer.
at the end of laundry day, i've accomplished so much.
i love having clean sheets and fresh smelling clothes in my drawers.
not my favorite part.
my favorite part is when the scout master is home to fold them for me:-)
my cousin buys only white socks.
she doesn't like folding socks either.
i love a good pattern though.
it makes my feet more exciting.
in high school, my friends and i would shop for interesting socks.
i remember sitting in english class,
all of us in the back,
hiking up our pants to show off to each other which ones we had on that day.
here's to the sock season.
and the constant hunt of that one missing sock!
i found the navy blue one of the pork loin's that's been missing for an entire week last night.
it was in the sheets of his bed.
picture me jumping for joy in a 2 foot space between the wall and the crib after finding the small prize.
here's to the quiet time folding socks gives me.
maybe it's not so bad after all...