This entire process is kind of like having kids. When you have your first kid, every little cough, squirm, bump, bruise or thing that happens to them makes you nervous. By the time you get to your second kid and beyond, well hell, they come home looking like they were chasing raccoons through a third world country and you do not give it a second thought once you confirm that the blood on them is not their own.
Well, it is a similar situation. Now that we have seen what has happened, we are not so worried.
Not to beat a dead horse, I have been asked about the situation regarding the sock attack. For those who are interested we seem to have come to a truce of sorts.
1. It seems that some socks are monogamous while others are polyamorous (as long as in the same ethnic background). As such, the socks do not want to be mis-paired. Say cotton with polyester or with a different color (brown with white). Jenny and I agreed to this condition.
2. The socks do not want to be sacrificed to the king and queen (washer and dryer). It seems they are confused as to why some go into the washer and dryer never to be seen again. We explained that no sock is being sacrificed but rather have slipped away to the “land of the lost socks”. We promised to try and reduce those that are lost to the land of the lost socks by washing them in netted bags.
They have all now peacefully assembled in a happy place.
I for one am glad that we have worked out this truce. I am more concerned with the growing threat presented by the kamikaze stink bugs that are now treating our entire existence. They are everywhere! Even in the sock drawer! I suspect the socks feel the same way… the old “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” thing. Hence the truce!
Hope all is well with all of you. Please take care of yourselves.
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