I hate that saying. It's just not a pleasant thought. Snakes and biting and ME, eeeww. Today it just keeps ringing over and over in my head, though, because dear friends: I am an idiot.

I woke up late this morning (not unusual in the least), and I was running around trying to get all the pieces of my clothing together (truthfully I was cursing myself for not doing it last night - but I always do that...it's part of the "morning routine"). I decided to put my pants in the dryer in lieu of ironing them "to save time." On my way to the dryer to retrieve my cozy warm pants, I stopped at the laundry basket of folded-yet-not-put-away-clothes for a pair of socks. I finally found two that matched (well, sortof - they were both white) and took off to the dryer. I ran back to the bedroom - grabbing my shoes on the way, pulled on my pants, and sat down to get my shoes and socks on. No socks. Where were they? I ran through the house twice. No socks. Went back to the laundry basket. No more matching socks (man, I need to get all the laundry done AT ONE TIME! next time). Back to the bedroom, not on the dresser, not in the bathroom, not effin ANYWHERE! I decided to give up my search for a bit so I can get some make-up on. I look in the mirror.

My socks. Draped over my shoulder. What an idiot.

I feel really bad about laughing at my mom that time she lost her glasses...on top of her head. I guess it runs in the family.