Today my west coast brother really came through for me. Not only is it "Tear the Tags Off the Mattress Day" but it's also "Hurray for Buttons Day" and "Lost Sock Memorial Day." I think it's rather handy that these household related special days occur together.
I think you'll agree that tearing the tags off mattresses, or pillows for that matter, is a pretty radical idea. After all, the tags clearly say "Do Not Remove" or words to that effect. I'm pretty sure that the mattress police aren't going to show up at my door one day, demanding to check my mattresses, but, you know, just in case, I'll just leave them attached. They're not hurting anything.
As far as buttons are concerned, they are very convenient for keeping blouses and shirts discretely closed while being worn. I find I really don't appreciate buttons until one pops off a garment I had planned to wear, or worse, while I'm wearing it. Then of course I must go to the little blue ceramic button lady who sits on my dresser and try to find a matching button. Doesn't that sound delightfully domestic? The truth is, I haven't sewn on a button in years. Admittedly, I do wear lots of pullovers, t-shirts and items with zippers.
And that brings us to socks. As the wonderful author Erma Bombeck once said, it is a sad truth that socks do not mate for life. In my case there is one white sock, lying on top of my dresser right now (next to the blue button lady) waiting patiently for its mate to show up. Which may or may not happen when the next white load comes out of the dryer. That sock might just be blowing down the road somewhere. You know it can happen. Every once in a while I spot a lonesome sock, or even a shoe, lying in the road, never two, just one, and I bet you have too. It's so sad.
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