Wilfred with my cute friend/cousin Nicole. As the days go by, Wilfred is beginning to find out who he is. Depression and low self-esteem haunted his poor brain for days. He was a nobody. He didn't have very many finished rows and the ribbing made his colors blur. *sigh* Life was sad. Life was hard. Wilfred was definitely coming to the end of himself. Suddenly one day he realized how long he was getting. The ribbing at the beginning was over, and a complicated pattern of sky blue, grass green, and sunshine yellow was taking shape over a backdrop of creamy white. He was becoming beautiful. Although it was pouring rain outside of his window, Wilfred's day was brightened. He canceled his psychologist appointment and was happy once more.
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good grief!
Socks ARE high maintenance emotional individuals. Each with its own personality. I'm so glad Wilfred survived the debacle at my house. Wilfred is resilient. I'm so proud of him.
LOVE IT!!!
Love your little sock-critter. May it warm thy tootsies soon!
Hi Kaisha! Shelby had told me to read this a few times - she thought it was so cute. Now I see why she liked your sock saga. You have an adorable way of writing! Keep it up - it is so fun to read what you have to say.
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