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The Trouble with Socks

As a dance teacher, I get lots of Christmas presents.  I also get lots of New Years presents because amidst all the hustle and bustle of the holiday, a number of presents are inevitably forgotten and delivered with sheepish apologies once classes resume.

I like getting late presents.  It’s like celebrating Christmas twice.  Plus it helps out when I’ve forgotten to bring dinner to class like I did on Monday night—at least it’s supposed to.

Having been teaching since the age of 14, I’ve gotten pretty good at predicting what my presents will be.  Hand lotion is by far the most popular, followed closely by scarves, candles and chocolate covered pretzels.  Target gift cards are on the rise, as are fancy hot chocolate sets and mugs (of both the regular and travel varieties).

I have one student with ADHD.  Her mom is awesome and very pro-active about her daughter’s condition and every year she gives me alcohol for Christmas as a token of appreciation.  This year she gave me a bottle of champagne that TWD and I enjoyed in New York prior to dinner (which may be why I got drunk and started telling him exactly how I’d like him to propose to me, then began crying when he agreed to my suggestion of a honeymoon in Cambodia, but that’s neither here nor there…)

At any rate, I was hungry on Monday night.  So when one of my little tap students presented me with a bag of Christmas goodies, I accepted it as graciously as possible and waited until my next class was on its way in before tearing through the wrapping paper.

Judging by the size and weight of the package, I was 99% certain it contained chocolate covered pretzels.

Boy was I disappointed to discover a pair of aloe-infused socks instead.

Not that I wasn’t grateful for the socks—I always love receiving feet-related products, as I do incur some pretty significant damage on Monday and Tuesday nights—but you can’t very well eat aloe-infused socks.

At least not in front of your students.

dog chewing socks

Better luck next time.

6 Responses to “The Trouble with Socks”

  1. Zak

    Hey! That looks like Beau when I leave my socks on the floor! It’s amazing how quickly one learns to put their socks in 1) the hamper, or 2) on top of something a dog can’t get to.

  2. Kat Richter

    Haha! Lately I’ve been making mega-sock-toys for our dog Dusty. He LOVES them but he tears them apart and leaves half dead socks all over the house.

    • becky119

      That sounds like a great idea!! I hate buying toys for my dog knowing that he is just going to eat it. What is your process for making ‘mega-sock-toys’?

      • Kat Richter

        It’s very complicated so take good notes! LOL 🙂
        1) Collect old socks
        2) Stuff old socks into other old socks
        3) Tie old socks together
        4) Add some decorative flair (i.e. fabric scraps)
        5) You’re done!


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