Dear New Socks,

I confess I'm extremely disappointed in you. My old socks suddenly all fell apart on me so I went out in search of new socks to keep my toes warm now that it's finally cold here in Colorado.

I was excited when I saw you in the sock section at Walmart. It was love at first site when I discovered that in the same package as my regular white socks I could get a pair with a blue edging around the top and a pair with orange edging around the top. Two days after finally seeing an exciting Denver Broncos game (we've been waiting for weeks) I figured it was fate that I found you.

And now three days later I've discovered your true colors.

I can't believe you allowed me to slip and then bounce all the way down the stairs carrying a basket of laundry. My arm still hurts by the way. Let's hope it holds up for an afternoon of typing about spines and hepatitis. Not to mention I have several more baskets of laundry that are calling my name. They too want to be carried up and down the stairs. I'm also not pleased about the ugly scrape on my arm. Thankfully it's not oozing blood.

I'm afraid I'll have to keep you covered in shoes more often.

Your former friend,
Rebecca

(P.S. My friend Katie wrote an enchanting letter post the other day on her blog. I haven't been able to get it out of my head so my posts are shamelessly copying hers. I'm too lazy to put a link to her blog if you don't read it already. My arm hurts remember? But she's the "For Whom The Bell Told" link on my blog page to the right.)