The sock in the dryer
Have you ever pulled everything out of your clothes dryer, folded it all, then found a leftover sock? It happens to me all the time and invariably leads to a big hunt. I thought that obsessive hunt for the sock was a pretty good analogy for all the peculiar little things that embroil me from time to time. Anyway, I thought the blog medium would be a good way to keep track of all these "missing socks!"
Friday, October 29, 2010
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Self-imposed exile
Well, it's as good an excuse as any to retreat to the beach, I guess.
As some of you senior members of the Sock Patrol may be aware, yours truly suffered thru some public embarassment yesterday at the Orange County Courthouse. Suffice it to say, a certain local official by the name of Lydia Gardner would do well to clarify the rules of foreclosure auctions on her stupid website.
Oh, and she could also hire some better deputy clerks around there.
Anyway, I was so humiliated by the whole experience that I am "going coastal" today, and trying to catch-up on my summer beach reading.
Hopefully, you're all following similar pursuits . . . and avoiding embarassments!
Labels: auctions, beach, embarassment, Lydia Gardner


