Ok, so I have decided that since I am officially old, I no longer need to wear matching socks, mainly because I no longer have any matching socks.
In my heyday I was the sock matching king, but now with Pheobe eating all the socks, those heydays are gone. The funny thing is that she only eats one of the matching socks. If she ate both, it would be a lot easier, but it is like “I don’t want to chew socks that are a match, because the second sock, would be old news. I want to chew a new sock each time.”
Consequently, I have no matching socks, and my dreams of going to the sock matching hall of fame are over. I guess I need to go back to bussing tables, I think I still have a chance of reaching the bussers hall of fame.