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I hate socks.
I have two dogs. A husband. I hate washing (and pairing) socks so much, that whenever I need clean ones, I buy a new bag. This isn’t as bad as it sounds as I rarely wear socks. Well, used to rarely wear socks. I started going to the gym, and they rather encourage them. So I’m planning The Great Sockricide. I’m going to rid our house of every sock we currently own. And then only buy one brand of superior socks for each type (husband white socks, husband black socks, me short white socks that barely cover anything). Amy and I are planning something epic with the outcast socks. Like a wedding dress. Made of socks. We may or may not bleach said socks before hand.