For some reason when my husband puts on a pair of socks, and they look like this . . . . . .
. . . . . . . like they did this morning . . . . . . . he is under the impression that I will/can/want to fix them!
I've tried to explain that women like me don't darn socks - we buy a new pair when a hole shows up! I also tell him that if I fixed them, he wouldn't like it because he would feel the clumped up bunch at the toe, and he would tell me to buy a new pair, and then I would have spent all that time fixing them when they end up going in the garbage can!
But you know how men have to learn the hard way. So, I'll say darn you socks as I stitch them up the best I can.
And tomorrow, these babies will be deep sixed!