Ladies and Gentlemen, it was bound to happen sooner or later and this morning, in the wee hours while everyone else in North America was asleep, I folded our family’s white clothes and get this:
Every single sock had a match!
“Victory is mine, victory is mine! Great day in the morning, People. Victory is mine! I drink from the keg of glory, Bloggers. Bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land.”
This has happened to me once before in my eighteen years of being a parent. I bet you had no idea that everytime I match a pair of socks, an angel gets its wings.
Today heaven rejoices.
