Bubba and I had a lovely afternoon, enjoyed dinner together, curled up and read some books then she went to bed.
As I was getting changed into my comfy clothes, I pulled a pair of socks from my drawer. Realising that they didn’t match my sweater, I put them back and pulled out a pair that did.
Then I laughed. I had to laugh or I would have cried. I have been single for the better part of a decade, so I’m fairly sure it doesn’t matter an iota if my socks don’t match my sweater.
Because for the 487th Saturday night in a row, this was the night ahead of me. And I’m fairly sure Ryan won’t notice my socks!
bumpyroadtobubba 
But of course the socks should match! You never know when the doorbell will ring and Prince Charming will be standing there – borrowing a cup of sugar or wanting to use your phone or selling vacuum cleaners…. Always be ready!!!
I love you MJ xx
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I always make sure my underwear matches, and you better believe nobody is looking at them!
You don’t want to incur the wrath of the sock police 🙂
I’m not sure which is worse you ensuring your socks are matching or me being so “settled” in a relationship that I don’t make the effort to match! You got me thinking.
Typist has a friend who’s socks have to match his t-shirt and also his boxers! She thought he was the only one weird enough to have this thought process – clearly not! O and when I say weird I mean it with love BOL!
Maybe he and I are a match made in sock heaven? Ha ha ha!