My lone knitted sock is perched steadfastly just below my knee and waiting to be joined by its mate. My bare left foot firmly holds to the laundry room floor as my head enters the dryer. It is definitely in there somewhere.
My lone knitted sock is perched steadfastly just below my knee and waiting to be joined by its mate. My bare left foot firmly holds to the laundry room floor as my head enters the dryer. It is definitely in there somewhere.