When I encounter a difficult problem, I usually treat it like I would newly washed socks. I fold up the problem and put it away in a drawer. Then later the next day when I’m calmed down, I’ll get the socks out. I’ll put them on my hands and make them attack me. When they’ve got me pinned, I’ll scream and rip the socks off and throw them into the hamper.
Most of my problems are from having too many socks.
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About Me
- Chad Hatfield
- It was my mother who gave birth to me. I was much younger at the time. I am told that from the time I was born, I continued to grow larger and larger. Sometimes when someone hadn’t seen me for a couple of years, they’d remark, “My, how you have grown!” That’s what kind of tipped me off that this whole growth process was happening. I grew in other ways too. For example, I learned to talk, camp, kind of mosey around a lot, and communicate through dance. I continued to grow bigger all this time. And then at some point, all the growing stopped and I stayed the same size. However, I retained the ability to talk and camp without any noticeable decline. At no point during my growing phase did I ever grow gills or sprout wings or do anything else to cause me to believe that I was some kind of half-bird, half-fish type of creature. Other than that there is nothing else to note about me.
2 comments:
What time was it when you wrote this??
Now I see where Mitchell learned his sock hands trick.
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