One of those moments
I was folding laundry and suddenly just horribly missed our basset, Cindy. Because I was down to unsorted socks in the basket.
Used to be, we'd gather those up every 6 months or so and I'd stick a bouillon cube or two in one, put it inside another one, and that inside a third one and then stuff a tube sock with the whole set, adding more until we had a nice thick tug o'war toy for her to play with and chew on. By the time she'd get tired of it, we'd have a new crop of unsorted socks.
What am I gonna do with them now?
I misses my Cindy-girl.
Used to be, we'd gather those up every 6 months or so and I'd stick a bouillon cube or two in one, put it inside another one, and that inside a third one and then stuff a tube sock with the whole set, adding more until we had a nice thick tug o'war toy for her to play with and chew on. By the time she'd get tired of it, we'd have a new crop of unsorted socks.
What am I gonna do with them now?
I misses my Cindy-girl.