In honour of April 1st, one of Grady's finer moments. Grady is and always has been a prankster and he comes by it honestly from his father. This particular year Grady outdid himself (maybe with a little bit of help from me) He pulled all his father's dress socks out of the drawer and proceeded to roll them all up again into mismatched pairs. My poor husband really didn't stand a chance.
This was in the days before Covid and Rob worked in an actual office. To be fair he was always considerate of me (who didn't have to get up and some ungodly hour) and usually got dressed by the light in the bedroom closet and would typically grab a pair of socks and don them in the kitchen.
This was when the fun began. I heard him in the kitchen mutter "Very funny Grady", and he came back upstairs to retrieve another pair of socks. Grady was awake by then and had snuck into our bedroom. This time there was an expletive or four thrown in. "What the fuck Grady?" he yelled, at a much higher decibel as he discovered that he still didn't have a matching pair. Grady and I were giggling away, as Rob stomped up the stairs a second time. This time the bedroom light came on and Rob accused me of aiding and abetting. I feigned sleep, it's what I do best. Grabbing another pair of socks, he stomped off downstairs. That's when the shit really hit the fan and a howl of rage from Rob. "Fucking hell Grady, I'm going to be late for work". Grady meanwhile was hiding on the other side of the bed trying to stifle his laughter. Now that it had finally dawned on Rob that ALL his socks were in this predicament, he gave up and left the house sporting a "pair" of odd socks, serving up dire threats as he left. To be fair Grady and I did put things to rights later that day, although we tired of the activity part way through, so I'm sure there are still some mixed pairs hiding in the back of his drawer.
Plot twist - to this day Rob hates odd socks and makes it his mission to pair them up - not just his, but everyone's in the house, which includes our offspring, their significant others (there's been a few) and any of my daughters many friends who have lodged with us for a while. We currently have a bag in the laundry room containing 153 (yes, that's correct) odd socks. How the hell did that happen and where in the hell are the other 153 hiding?
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