When I was in my early 20’s, money was a tad bit tight. No money for car insurance, car registration or the fines that came with it. Rent money was damn near non-existent. A pair of socks pretty much meant whatever would fit, without any holes. A black and a white sock…sure. Brown and blue? No holes, let’s wear them. I eventually got the nickname of “mismatch” from The Wife’s sister along with a christmas stocking to boot.
Here’s what I came home to with Sarah today.
She is my daughter and I love her.