I made it until retirement with two of those three pairs of brown socks intact. What I didn’t plan on is running out of white socks before the weather warmed up.
Around the house in spring, summer or fall I’m barefoot all the time, but in the winter instead of slippers I’ll rock some white calf-high “athletic” socks. I really don’t want a cold breeze hitting my ankles. The six pack of those kinds of socks I bought last year has dwindled down rapidly to one in the last 2 weeks. It seems like every time a load of wash was finished, I’d lose a sock or two because there were holes in the heel. And I’m sure that one this Sunday I’m going to lose my last pair.
Just outside Graniteville the Ladybug flew through its nineteen thousandth mile.