The sock that’s not ours

Just a random post for the day: 

On our first morning here, when Joey made up our room, he sat a sock on the end of my bed that he’d picked up out of the floor. It’s not one of ours. 

I washed the random sock with our first load of laundry; it has become a regular part of our day. I use it (and water from the sink) to wipe up random honey spills, milk spills and makeup messes. Every day it is laundered with the regular load, and every day we use it as we need to.  It’s been used half a dozen times a day.

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