Sock it to me – part 2

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I know what you’re thinking. We get it, Marney, your husband has a sock problem. He leaves them around. Blah blah blah, deal with it already.

But wait, there’s more.

You see, while this scene seems reminiscent of my last post, there is a very distinct difference between these nasty old tube socks and the ones usually on my floor. See, this isn’t my floor. This is under the table of the screened-in porch of my parent’s lake house. And those socks? Why, they were pulled from the ugly-toed feet of my very own father.

So however the prophecy works — you marry your father, you turn into your mother, both perhaps — it is fulfilled.

Damn socks.

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2 responses to “Sock it to me – part 2

  1. I guess I’m weird then because I married my mother and I’m turning into her. Soon we will all be one person 🙂

  2. Robin

    I love reading your stuff! This is so true though!!!

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