So this morning I found my favorite socks. I call them "my socks of luv"
They hug my feet. It is like getting a foot hug all day long.
This got me to thinking that not very many people that I know anyway have such sayings as "socks of luv" I don't know how many of these little sayings I have but I think quite a few.
It made me realize that In my age I am turning into my mother and my grandmother. The goofy things they did as I was growing up don't seem that goofy any more. such as "hey there is a mouse that looks like a leaf" that was my mother who said that, as a leaf blew across the road.
not that long ago I thought a log looked like a duck and was telling my kids to look at that cool duck across the road. My hubster pointed out to me that it was a log and my son was laughing at me.
I am glad he was laughing. I laughed too.
I am learning that it is okay to laugh at myself. I am quite funny in all these little things.
I hide things from myself sometimes. not intentionally but I can't find them. I put things that are important in a "safe" place and then I forget where the "safe" place was. So I frantically look for it enlisting everyone in the family to join my frenzy. When I find it or when my hubster finds it it I realize that "ah that was the safe place" I won't use that again it's not that safe if I can't remember where it is. Nobody but me laughs at this because they are frazzled from the co-motion. Not me I just laugh. It is kinda funny if you think about it.
I remember my grandmother doing this from time to time. she didn't laugh so much about it she would just say " oh dear oh dear" or "well damn it all" when she was really frustrated at trying to find something she put away.
I am glad that some of these quirks happen because I need a good chuckle now and again.