At workout the other day, someone mentioned to Big S that her socks didn't match. We all had a good laugh.
The oldie's socks always match. The mother-in-law works much harder at laundry than most people. She irons everything. I do not. If it requires ironing, it goes to the dry cleaners. (My dry cleaning service loves me -- we are the second best customer. Ruth Lilly''s -- the descendant of Eli Lilly -- household is the first.)
Big Daddy came home last night from the golf course. A couple of his friends noticed that his socks didn't match. There was a pile of clean laundry on our bed. I said, "If you can do a better job, knock yourself out." He didn't bite.
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