Some Men Like Girly Socks

I can find all sorts of things to do when I don't want to study. And the more I detest the topic to be studied, the more creative I am in finding things to do. It's not procrastinating if you're accomplishing other goals.

One day one of my goals was to find a better spot for the hub man's dress socks. Because the dresser drawer wasn't good enough, you know. I was sitting here thinking and thinking and thinking. I thought, "Self," and I really do say that when I talk to myself, "why does that awesome man have his black dress socks mingling with white, colored, and girly black socks? That's a lot of unnecessary sorting of socks in the morning." If I separate them, he won't have to pick through assorted socks to find his. I'm such a loving, caring wife to think of these things for him!

I got a cute little basket and put his black socks in it. They now have their own home, away from all the other socks, and in the closet with his dress clothes. Good wifey.

Well, would have been good wifey except I forgot to tell hubby what I did.

Due to my horrible insomnia, I usually fall asleep just an hour or so before he gets up for work in the morning. I rarely even notice him getting out of bed. So I definitely didn't notice him frantically looking for socks the next morning. None in the sock drawer, none in the sock basket (the basket where all the lonely socks go after the vortex has sucked up its mate), poor guy was desperate.

So desperate that he wore these to work:

Out of 8 people in this house, the only one he could find to steal socks from at 6 in the morning, was the 11 year old girl.

I wonder what he would use as a replacement if I moved his underwear?