Thoughts in Pink Socks
I have a pair of pink socks. They are are too loose, too short, and so fluffy I can't fit my feet into shoes when I wear them. Essentially, the only thing they do well is amuse me. I think of odd things when I wear these socks,
and this page is where I share them with you.
Why dust flour on fresh rolls? Do bakeries WANT them to taste like sand?
Once summer hits, people assume it’s best to be outside. I will never understand why. What is so good about it? Baking in the sun like a roast in the oven? Swatting flies? Finding ants in your food? Listening to screaming children?
I protest this trend of using cartoons in training videos. Smiling animated people do not engage me;
I’m not five any more.
Life tip…put your glasses on BEFORE you take your medicine.
Has anyone ever poured the exact right ratio
of milk to cereal?
As I remember every time I go into a grocery store,
life is not packaged for single people.
Sometimes, to fight the fire you have to let it burn.
Whoever said that wearing heels is a sign of vanity was definitely taller than five foot nothin’.
If failure had a scent, it would be burned popcorn.
We might as well just officially change the name of the last day of the working week to ‘Fri-YAY’
Wouldn't it be freaky if your cursor suddenly started blinking at you in Morse code?
If a bird is sitting on a branch that is tossing about in the wind, do they think they're surfing?
Odd thoughts arrive on their own schedule, and will not be hurried.
Whoever said 'nothing is impossible' never tried to convince cats to take turns.
Harmless office-speak phrase 'be aware', with the removal of one little letter, becomes much more sinister, doesn't it?
I saw a day-planner on sale with a slogan that said ‘Live in the Moment’
That’s a mixed message, no?
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