Often, without thinking about it, I find myself following an old saying: "Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without." This holds especially true for my socks. I didn't ask for any new socks this year because I thought I had plenty of them. They all worked fine for me, and if they got a little thin, I wore slippers more often. Who cares?
A-parent-ly, my parents care.
My mom asked to look through my socks before I packed them away in my suitcases. If she found any holes in them, they were thrown. Seven socks (yes, an even seven, odd isn't it?) were found wanting, and they were thrown away. To make up for my loss, my mom found some brand new socks among the leftover stocking stuffers. "Oh, alright, I'll take the new ones," I said. It's not like I don't like getting new socks; it's just that I usually don't get around to it, and my parents are only too aware of that.
Today, I am grateful for new socks. :)
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