What gives with socks? Either I can't find the match or all the toes are blown out on one only or they shrink in the heal and thus become impossible to fit over a pork chop shaped child's foot or they get stained some odd colour of brown that hasn't been seen before on this side of the planet or they all up and disappear. Socks. AGGHGHAAAAAAA.
As I was wasting time typing out this little gem, Rosebud disappeared. Like a left foot sock. Yes, people. The worst has happened. She's wiggled her way across the lounge on her tummy, sideways spinning and grunting, right up under the couch.
Yes, She's mobile. AGHGHGAAAAA.