In the bustle of leaving Mom and Dad's this morning, I almost forgot to return those socks you accidentally left with me. You know, the socks that you mistakingly pinned between the layers of a dress that you loaned me? The ones that I have returned to their rightful owner a dozen times over the last 10 years or so? The ones that I hide in your house so that you can't accidentally leave them with me again?
I tried to figure out a way to wrap them into the splint for your dead arm one of the 3 dozen times I re-wrapped it over the last few days, but the details never panned out.
Better hold onto your favorite pair of socks this time!