My attire today was completely determined by my socks. Let me explain.
This morning I headed into my closet on autopilot. The next thing I knew, I was wearing a pair of black socks instead of the the white ones I had intended on. I said to myself, “Oh no, now I can’t where my white tennis shoes.’”
“No problem, I’ll wear my brown loafers.” I casually replied.
“What pants go with these shoes?”
“How about the gray jeans?”
“Excellent choice. What shirt goes with the jeans?
“There’s a nice burgundy pullover.”
“I think you’re right, good show!”
This exchange brings up two very valid points. One, I talk to myself way too much. And two, if my life is this complicated with just black and white socks, I should never buy any additional colors.
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