Saturday, February 26, 2011

Last night, as my husband gathered clothing for his morning bike ride, he came up one sock short.
 As finding lost things is one of my talents (because I get so much practice), I commenced the hunt. 
In short order, I found the sock on the laundry room floor.
"It was right here," I said, pointing, "in between the two hamsters."
The path between brain and mouth is many-forked.


  1. momentary oy. ha! Many forked tongue indeed. I have been spoonerism-ing lately.

  2. Are the slips steppery?
    (I have to give you credit for that one!)

  3. We have a gaggle of single socks...never thought to ask the hamsters...Oh...sherryB here...