tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258808.post113943054440744889..comments2023-08-05T11:22:31.454-04:00Comments on Tammy's Times: Old SocksTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139188188043795169noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258808.post-1139466219280979602006-02-09T01:23:00.000-05:002006-02-09T01:23:00.000-05:00You know, if I wear socks to bed, my feet get COLD...You know, if I wear socks to bed, my feet get COLD! Not sure how that works out. <BR/><BR/>And socks are my least favorite part of doing laundry. Especially the stranded socks that lie around and WAIT for a mate to show up. I need to institute a rehabilitation program for these homeless, mateless socks; but no, they just lie around on top of my cedar chest, limp and lonely. Maybe this will be my February sock resolution: if it ain't showed up in a week, then it ain't GONNA show up, so it's off to the cleaning rag bag for you!Annecouragerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258808.post-1139435307714983092006-02-08T16:48:00.000-05:002006-02-08T16:48:00.000-05:00I'm pretty sure none of my socks are 'old', but I ...I'm pretty sure none of my socks are 'old', but I do still have the sweatshirt with goofy on it that Kevin gave me. I forget how old I was.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com