To darn or not to darn, that is the question.

Lately, I've been feeling like I've lost touch with my roots.  I used to attempt to post a blog everyday and generally it's focus was centered around my strange love of obscure holidays.  

When was the last time I posted a blog about that???  I'll tell ya when it was: a long time ago.  

So, today, I'm kickin' it old school:

Happy Lost Sock Memorial Day!

I don't know about you, but I have a dresser drawer full of mismatched socks.  Yes, I know I should get rid of them since they no longer have a mate, but I also know the minute I throw them out, I'll find their match.  

Plus, I'm too cheap frugal to buy new socks.  

Anywho, today is all about attempting to find those legendary "forgotten lost socks".  

 

However, if after five minutes of searching has passed, the socks sadly remain lost, the only acceptable course of action is to take a moment and remember how soft, warm and comforting they had once been to our stinky feet...

Take a deep breathe...

And get on with your day, because really, they're just socks.  

And besides, everyone knows there's a sock monster living in the dryer.

***The sock monster, missing socks and dryer are all made of candy clay.***

Have a Candy Coated Monday Everyone!!!

Beware the Ides of March

Welcome to Playwithyourfood Theater. 

I'm your host, Argyle S. Ock.

Today's story takes us back...  ahem...

Back to Ancient Rome in, hmm, let's see here...  What year was it?  

Ah yes, 44 B.C.

 So, as I was saying, our story today takes us to the ominous 15th day of March, in the year 44 B.C., in Ancient Rome.

Suddenly, an older gentleman by the name of Julius Caesar walks into a room filled with members of the Roman Senate and says "Wazzup?!"

THE END.

 (* Due to the graphic nature of the rest of this story we thought it best to end things here.*
By the way, Mr. Caesar is made of caramel, chocolate fancies and tree shaped sprinkles)

Join us next week for our exciting version of The Great Gatsby.