"I Didn't Know Being A Civilian Was Going To Be Such A Pain In The Socks"

We specifically went sock shopping after church two Sunday's ago when Hubby had a pair of khaki pants on. He wears khaki pants almost every single day. Most of them did not match the socks he had, so we figured if we matched the pants he had on we'd be doing good.

Today he came home from work and these are the pants and socks he had on. I told him maybe he needed to start picking out his khakis and socks the day before when he gets home from work and the sun is out. He told the kids that way Mom would be awake too (he leaves at about 5:30 for work because he's on a flex schedule).

Hubby came downstairs with this collection of khaki socks to see what would have matched these khaki pants, his favorite. You see how disgusting they all look. Some are almost putrid in real life next to these pants.

When Hubby made the comment "I didn't know being a civilian was going to be such a pain in the socks," I knew it was a blog post in the making, and we high-tailed it for the camera.

The funniest part is that Sparky's socks actually match her shirt today. She's the one with a sports knee-sock fetish. All colors, prints, rainbow ~ you name it. But do they ever match the rest of what she has on? Usually not. Does she care? Usually not. Was she proud of the fact that she matched today and her dad didn't? You betcha.