R.I.P. me

Today's post, about my sock-related death and the final blow I managed to strike before succumbing, is at Toxophily.

I taught the Methodist pastors all day today, so I have no kid anecdotes. (I hear they had an excellent time with Spiderman at the birthday party they attended today.). Go ahead and click over to the socks of doom -- I promise they can't hurt you through the internet.