Last night,
after my husband took his shoes off and sat down on the couch to relax, I
noticed a big hole in the heel of his sock. Upon careful inspection, I noticed another hole in the same spot on the other sock!
Me: You need to
throw those socks A-WAY.
Husband: What
socks?
At this point, I
just looked at him and didn’t say a thing. He knew exactly what I meant.
Husband: Ohhh!
These socks! Those are my airpockets.
Even just now, as I showed him the pictures I took last night of his socks, he said, "I don't see nothing wrong with them socks. Those are some good socks."
Those socks will be in the trash by tonight.
Those socks will be in the trash by tonight.