I often, okay always, get dressed in a hurry. I try to not spend too much time looking at the clothes I put on. There are special occasions when I choose more carefully what I wear, mainly when Wendy happens to see what I previously put on.
The other morning I grab a pair of socks from the drawer. Then I get to work and glance down and see that one is blue and one is black. My pants covered the mix up and I sit behind a desk, so no one commented. The pathetic thing is that I have done that before. Because I know I washed this socks. This means I put the wrong pair together at least twice!
Well if you cannot be good, then be consistent.
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