Me- Hey honey, can you grab me a pair of socks while you’re in the closet?
Rick- Sure (tosses over a pair), and I even made sure they don’t match.
Me- Aww, you know me so well, honeybear. You know, maybe that’s a good sign that I’m taking on too much.. I looked down one day this week and there they were… a perfectly matched pair of grey socks with little rampant Lannister lions.
Rick- Oh the horror.
Me- I probably should have gone straight to a care facility.. “Doctor you must help me, I’m at my wit’s end and need to rest! You don’t understand.. I MATCHED MY SOCKS!” And the doctor would take me in gingerly and tell me yes, yes, that is sufficient proof of SOME kind of mental condition, alright.
Me and Rick- (dissolve into laughter)
Make it a beautiful day, friends… today’s goal is kindness without conditions!
Curiouser and Curiouser 