Inevitable
You knew it had to happen, right?

I didn't see Stephanie's post until late Tuesday afternoon, and I hadn't brought my camera to work, so the sock had to wait until yesterday to meet Gymnast Dude.
I was thinking about finding more photo opportunities in the office park, but I had to stop, because Grant was waiting for me...

...and the sock had gone to pot.

I didn't see Stephanie's post until late Tuesday afternoon, and I hadn't brought my camera to work, so the sock had to wait until yesterday to meet Gymnast Dude.
I was thinking about finding more photo opportunities in the office park, but I had to stop, because Grant was waiting for me...

...and the sock had gone to pot.
3 Comments:
Oooouch.
By
Laurie, at 8:58 PM
It's always something with those socks...I swear!!
By
margene, at 10:33 AM
Potted socks? Sounds like something terribly British!
Great photos!
By
roxie, at 10:42 AM
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