Gravity Defying Sock

Yesterday the boys begrudgingly put away their moderately folded laundry.  The laundry folding station happens to be on Husband and my bed (an artifact from the not long ago past of when I folded their clothes for them.)

As they walked from our bedroom to their own, “folded” laundry grabbed by the fistful and/or placed on the tops of their heads for easy of carry, perhaps, I heard Carter exclaimed to Cody that he needed to check out his gravity defying sock.

The evening passed and after the boys were tucked in, Husband and I promptly fell asleep on the couch watching Saturday Night Live on Hulu.  I think it was 8:30.

This morning I woke up, turned off my alarm, rolled over to stretch, and was shocked to find a sock clinging to our headboard.

Gravity defying sock with dog.

It was rather creepy to think that we slept with it hanging there above our heads all night.

Gravity defying sock with dog, closer.

At least it did not drop down upon us while we slept.

Gravity defying sock – close up.

I may have accidentally mistaken it for a spider and smothered Husband with my pillow trying to kill it.

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I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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2 Responses to Gravity Defying Sock

  1. Question- was said gravity defying sock clean or dirty? If dirty, it was justifiable homicide.

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