It’s two minutes before midnight. I’m waiting for Melusine to finish her coiffure before we go out. I decided to spend the time folding laundry.
And do you know what happened!?
All eight zillion socks matched up!
Not one lonely sock was left to be mismatched with another lonely sock!
Nothing this exciting has ever occurred in the history of the entire face of the earth back through time immemorial!
No, but like, ALL the socks matched up!
Things are looking UP!
My god, it’s going to be a brilliant night. I feel it down to my perfectly matched socks.
Check out the Marquis’ Crush o’ the week!
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