And speaking of socks...
It's a tad hot here in Queensland at the moment though not as bad as South Australia. Consequently Mike has not been wearing socks to bed. This afternoon as we went out Mike was thinking about how he puts the socks on before putting on his shoes and said, "I wear socks in the morning but I wear feet to bed."
I wonder what's under those socks he wears in the morning?
I wonder what's under those socks he wears in the morning?
posted by Mrs Q @ 12:27 AM
3 Comments:
At November 20, 2009 at 5:45 PM ,
TobyBo said...
I love your family.
I am sending Anya'sFriendMe a link to your blog. He should love the socks posts. :)
At November 20, 2009 at 8:32 PM ,
Anyas Friend Me said...
From reading your husband’s Parallel Universe Sock Theorem, I felt a substantial force of rotation on my eyeballs which caused them to roll -- in fact the centrifugal force was sufficient that my gaze rolled right off the screen when I came to the discussion on how to know that it was the right socks which disappeared. I am still waiting to see if TobyBo ever recovers her insights on black holes before I commit to which theory I will believe.
I don't know if your boys ever played with the old G.I. Joes. If so you may know how you could pull off their boots and sometimes their feet came with them. From time to time, in fierce battles where men flew around (whether due to explosive forces, or jumping, or whatever) men might lose both a boot and a foot. At such times you might not be able to find the foot. (It's those centrifugal forces and black holes, you know.) But you might know where you had an extra pair of boots. You could hold the boot on with clay. All of this is to say that I'm guessing that in some of your experiments on improving the smell of your laundry you shrunk some of your husband's socks so that he could no longer fit into them. Further, with so many right socks being lost he was left with few pairs of socks to choose from. Therefore, he took the only sensible path and filled some of the shrunken socks up with clay and from time to time he wears these during the day. But then at night, he gets his feet out of his sock drawer -- where else would he put them? -- and puts them back on. Now this is just a working hypothesis until a better theory comes along, so I won’t be upset if you’re not sold on it. Maybe you or he can sleep on it and gain some insight the next time that you wake up.
Note: my site isn’t really worth checking out since I spend most of the time I’m online making long rambling comments on other people’s sites.
At November 21, 2009 at 3:35 AM ,
Mrs Q said...
Amazing, I will have to think on that one.
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