When It Comes To Love Some Rules Are Meant To Be Broken

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This old gal…

Is not a fashionista…never has been…never claimed to be…if it’s not in style…she’ll pretend that it is…never needed to follow fashion rules…until it came…to the Christmas socks…the cutest gift ever…multiple colors…bearing the likeness…of that special cat of mine…Old Man Wrigley…

And that’s where the quandary began…those little appliqués…what’s the rule…is there a rule…as to which way they face…always thought out…sock pretties go on the outside of the ankle…the ad shows it that way too…but realized…when wearing them…Old Man Wrigley…was looking at everyone…but Wrigley loving me…

So had to switch it up…flip little kitty face…to the inside…and weirdly…it felt wrong…so very wrong…for some reason breaking sock rules…suddenly made a difference…but not enough difference…cuz what’s the point of wearing Old Man Wrigley socks…if she who loves him so…can’t celebrate his awesomeness…with every cross of the ankle…

There’s no point…no point at all…and so it is…when it comes to love…some rules…are just meant…to be broken…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…