Wardrobes are like life in that often it’s the little things that can make a difference. For instance, my life would be vastly improved if my house wasn’t riddled with balled up worn socks left adrift by my husband under the sofa, stuffed behind a radiator, behind the bathroom door or sometimes just abandoned in the middle of the living room.
So far all the new year new marriage articles I’ve read haven’t addressed the errant sock conundrum (a pass-agg splinter group) but could you get divorced over socks? I’ll report back before slider season.
