An event has occurred that I never thought I would live to witness.
I know it will not have the same impact on everyone that it had on me, but to those few who truly understand, here goes:
I just finished a load of laundry in which EVERY SINGLE SOCK HAD ITS PERFECT MATCH.
Let that sink in for a moment. . .
Laundry is a very large part of my life and it is always frustrating, for someone who LOVES closure, to constantly have a basket filled with unmatched socks. (I really said that very calmly, considering the emotion that wells up inside me when I see that ever-present reminder of "things undone.")
So, for those of you who are able, with me, to properly savor this moment: "Thank you for understanding."
As an aside, why does the laundry basket bother me, but this doesn't?
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