Monday, July 05, 2010

The mysteries of life

Such as where is all the youngest belle's washing? What happens to all the odd socks? Who used all the milk? And why do you always know where something is until you actually want it?
It's all too much for a Monday morning. I need to go and have my hair cut so that I look human in time for the RNA conference on Friday. Oh, and I need to buy more milk.


ChrisCross said...

I know exactly what you mean, espcially about the socks. My husband now buys identical pairs of socks, but they still don't match once they have been washed, and The Daughters have long since given up trying to find pairs - they just wear odd socks and pretend it's a fashion statement.
Odd socks was one of mys first blogs

Julie Cohen said...

Can't wait to see you and the new haircut! (And the milk if you bring it.)