I sat up in bed this morning -- Mike's bed, mind you -- to search for my scattered clothes (I was only wearing one tan coloured sock) and Mike started laughing.

"What?" went I.

"I love it! You wear missmatched socks!" went he.

"...yeah, so?" as I find my other sock, a dark blue one.

"I thought only I wore missmatched socks! It's great!"

...and I put on my other sock and promptly parade about the apartment, wearing my lovely missmatched socks (and trying to remember where I left my bra).

Isn't life interesting?

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Rosie.

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