William worked a little late last night and we had tasty stacked sandwiches for dinner, during which we had the following conversation… (my thoughts or observations are in parenthesis)…
WM: Um, do you think tomorrow you could wash my socks?
ME: OH MY GOD, are you seriously out of socks? (He has about 25 pairs of white socks)
WM: These are my last pair.
ME: I can’t even remember the last time I washed your socks.
WM: Yeah, well, this is my last pair.
ME: I bet it was when we came home from vacation and that was more than a month ago.
WM: Well that makes sense, because this is my last clean pair.
ME: (laughing) I can’t believe that you’re out of socks.
WM: Yep, this is my last pair.
ME: You know, every once in a while I check your sock drawer to see if you need socks.
WM: Well today I knew I was low, so I opened a package in the drawer, but they’re golf socks, so I thought I would ask you if you could wash some tomorrow. I really don’t want to wear golf socks to work.
ME: I’M THE WORST WIFE IN THE WORLD!
WM: No you’re not Elizabeth, you just need to wash my socks. You know that thing in the closet? That thing that holds dirty, worn socks? Have you noticed that thing overflowing?
ME: It’s not exactly something I take notice of.
MW: I don’t know how you couldn’t have noticed.
ME: You know, sometimes I see a pair sitting on the floor that I know you only wore for a few hours and I fold them up and put them back in your drawer!
WM: You do not!
ME: Yes I do!
WM: I always will re-wear the pair I had from the night before (he puts on a clean pair after he showers when he’s done work for the day).
ME: How could I not notice that?
WM: Well I do. How could you think that they weren’t worn?
ME: I do a smell test, if I smell fabric softener, they go back in the drawer!
WM: That could be dangerous.
ME: I hate washing socks. Or really, I hate folding socks!
WM: (laughing) Oh, yeah, it’s really tough.
ME: I know it’s not tough, I just hate matching them all up. It’s so annoying.
WM: Socks are the easiest things to fold.
ME: Not when you have to match them all up right.
WM: (laughing and attempting to imitate me) Oh, look at all these socks! How do they all go together? It’s a mystery! It’s a puzzle! There must be like 30 of them! What am I to do?
ME: (laughing) Exactly! I hate folding socks.
So now you know. Exciting dinner conversation eh? Tonight we’ll probably solve the issue of Global Warming or perhaps develop a plan for peace in the Mid-East!