sock hoarder: i apparently have a thing for socks

i know we all have our own little quirks, idiosyncrasies, and weird things that we do.  at this point in my life, however, i thought i knew all of mine.  i happen to have a lot of them, and i'm pretty sure it comes with the territory of being OCD (may also be read as "crazy").  i don't use that term lightly like some people do.  it seems to be a catch phrase that all of a sudden everyone is describing themselves as "OCD."  i use this term in the real, medical sense, not in the "i like things a certain way" sense.  anyways, now you know i'm legitimately OCD and, those of you who have read my blog for awhile, know i like a lot of weird shit.  no, THE ga doesn't count as the weird shit i like.  she's filed under cool shit i like.  

okay, let me invite you over to last night at my house.  the weather in h-town's going ape shit again and a storm and cold snap are coming our way.  it was just starting to rain last night, so i did my nightly routine and got into bed early to continue reading a book i've really been into lately.  i pull the covers up and find a single, cushy thorlo running sock in my sheets (my fave).  oooh, i think, i wonder where the other one is?  so i start crawling under my sheets and inspect around to find the missing counterpart.  not only do i finally find the missing partner, i also find THIS:

{i am apparently a sock hoarder.}

wtf?! i think, where the hell did all of these socks come from??  let me just say a couple of things: i'm always cold before i go to bed, so i always have to wear socks when i first get into bed.  i can't sleep with them on, so at some point before falling asleep i slide them off under the sheets.  this seems like a plausible explanation for finding six pairs of socks in my sheets, right?  wrong!  i just washed my sheets on tuesday night which means i'd only slept in my bed twice since i washed my sheets and there were definitely not six pairs of socks hiding in there.  i realized that in the middle of the night, instead of finding the pair i took off a couple of hours previous, i go to my sock drawer and just get another pair.  so in two nights time i managed to collect six pairs of socks in my sheets like an effing sock hoarder!  i guess we all have our things.

go check me out today at monique's surferwife's guide to a triathlon!!

monique is one of my really lazy friends.  she has two kids, a surfer husband, and a snarky ass mouth.  oh, and she happens to compete and be a badass in triathlons, too.  whatevs.  okay, she's kind of a big deal.  now, go!!  get yo'self on over there!!