Sunday, December 16, 2007

Two by Two Minus One

I am not too proud to admit I would make a very, very lousy Noah. I simply cannot seem to find two matching anythings. I have a large plastic bin down by my washing machine that holds an army of lonely socks and I'm forever looking for that second shoe that left my second foot in the same approximate place as the first. This morning, as I pulled myself together for an early morning session with the snow blower, I couldn't find my mittens. The mittens I had just worn the day before. But this time it wasn't just one mitten, it was both. They were nowhere to be seen.

I'm not too proud to admit that as I stood in the kitchen pondering my lack of winter hand wear and options, I wondered -- quite seriously -- just how ridiculous I would look in oven mitts?

Although the option was appealing, I fell victim to peer pressure. After all, what would TeenTuna have said if she caught me outside running the snowblower with oven mitts on? Sure, it's the season to "don we now our gay apparel" but I really don't think this is what they had in mind. Ultimately I decided I had better buck up and find another pair. Which I finally did. And they matched.

Maybe tomorrow I'll go for broke and look for a shoe.
Take that, Noah.

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