You know that horrible feeling where you're certain that, despite being in your home, and thus stocking-footed, you've stepped in something horrible?
That sticky, squishy feeling of something digging into your heel?
That sensation of "oh god, one of the cats didn't make it to the litter box, and I don't want to look at the bottom of my foot to confirm this suspicion?"
This is the constant sensation of the heel going through a hole in the sock.
Unfortunately, though, if you're me, you regularly strip off socks right after taking off shoes, thoughtlessly tossing them into your laundry pile to be worn semi-uncomfortably another day. Okay, okay, you strip them off in the middle of the living room once you've realized there's an annoying hole, and then, three days later, you notice those socks in the living room and decide to move them the 50 feet to the laundry pile, forgetting the pressing needs that urged you to leave them there in the first place.
Even worse, of course, is when you DO step on something squishy/sticky/yucky through the hole, but stepping in disgusting things is a whole 'nother gripe.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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