So, I went to StuffMart the other day to buy new socks. While there, I decided to buy some new underwear as well. I knew the size I needed, but when I looked at the package, the back sizing chart indicated that I should be buying the next bigger size. I knew that they probably would be too big --but I bought them anyway because I didn't want to "go against" what the package said. Now I'm sitting here with underwear that goes practically up to my boobs --which isn't as high as you may think because my boobs are a whole lot lower than they should be --but it's still way too high to be considered properly fitting underwear.
And the new socks, while they look great, are too tight and leave trench marks in my skin above my ankles - due to major fluid retention -- probably because I've been binge eating a whole bunch of salty snacks. So now, I must go buy more socks.
And by the way, my sister actually suggested that I use my forlorn socks to make into catnip happy cat toys for wayward cats in animal shelters. She thought it might be a fun project for my Girl Scout Troop. Yeah, right, like I'm going to give up my socks to some hairball hacking cat only to discover the sock's mate in a bin in my garage in the year 2010. What?!..is she thinking?!
says the Teacher.
Everything is meaningless."