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He just proved my case when he came home from work and complained of blisters on the soles of his feet. He's diabetic and has to be very careful with his feet. This isn't light-hearted anymore. It's serious. Those old socks full of holes are going in the garbage. Or at least out of the drawer.
Update: Here's how it got resolved.
I really didn't want to nag, or make him feel like I'm nagging, but I just felt like I had to say something. So, I kept my voice pleasant, formed my words as a question, and mentally prepared myself to accept any answer he gave. As I was putting away the last of the laundry, I asked, "Honey, would you like me to dump those old socks full of holes? That could be what's causing your blisters."
And he outright gave me permission. Not grudgingly or reluctantly, but willingly. Passing by him on the way to the trash can, I even offered to let him inspect them before I pitched them, so he could make sure they really were unsalvageable. He declined, saying he trusted my judgment.
Could it be the blisters that did it? Possibly, but be assured that I didn't utter anything that even sounded like, "Told you so," or "It's about time," or anything like that.
Rest in peace, old socks. You're made of cotton, so you're biodegradable. You'll go back to the earth.
Update: Here's how it got resolved.
I really didn't want to nag, or make him feel like I'm nagging, but I just felt like I had to say something. So, I kept my voice pleasant, formed my words as a question, and mentally prepared myself to accept any answer he gave. As I was putting away the last of the laundry, I asked, "Honey, would you like me to dump those old socks full of holes? That could be what's causing your blisters."
And he outright gave me permission. Not grudgingly or reluctantly, but willingly. Passing by him on the way to the trash can, I even offered to let him inspect them before I pitched them, so he could make sure they really were unsalvageable. He declined, saying he trusted my judgment.
Could it be the blisters that did it? Possibly, but be assured that I didn't utter anything that even sounded like, "Told you so," or "It's about time," or anything like that.
Rest in peace, old socks. You're made of cotton, so you're biodegradable. You'll go back to the earth.
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