A young couple were due to marry. As the big day approached, they grew apprehensive. Each had a problem they had never shared with anyone.
The groom-to-be, overcoming his fear, decided to ask his father for advice.
“Father,” he said, “I am deeply concerned about the success of my marriage.”
His father replied, “Don’t you love this girl?”
“Oh yes, very much,” the young man said; ”but you see, I have very smelly feet, and I’m afraid that my fiancée will be put off by them.”
“No problem,” said Father. “All you have to do is wash your feet as often as possible, and always wear socks, even to bed.” This seemed a workable solution.
The bride-to-be, overcoming her fear, decided to take her problem up with her mom. “Mom,” she said, “when I wake up in the morning my breath is truly awful.”
“Honey,” her mother consoled, “everyone has bad breath in the morning.”
“No, you don’t understand. My morning breath is so bad, I’m afraid that my fiancé will not want to sleep in the same room with me.”
Her mother said, “Try this. In the morning, get straight out of bed, head for the bathroom and brush your teeth. The key is not to say a word until you’ve brushed your teeth.”
“I shouldn’t say good morning or anything?” the daughter asked.
“Not a word,” her mother affirmed.
“Well, it’s certainly worth a try,” the bride thought.
The loving couple were finally married. Not forgetting the advice each had received, he with his perpetual socks and she with her morning silence, they managed quite well. That is, until about six months later. Shortly before dawn one morning, the husband awoke with a start to find that one of his socks had come off. Fearful of the consequences, he frantically searched the bed. This, of course, woke his bride and without thinking, she asked, “What on earth are you doing?”
“Oh, my,” he replied, “you’ve swallowed my sock!”

















Love that cartoon – I’ve never understood why I always end up with an odd number of socks.
or where all the hankies go.
LOL, The Sock Monster eats them of course: Haha this was funny, Tilly, you should put a ( Like ) button on the site…oh there it is. Going to Twitter ya, and share you on Farcebook too. Remind me to tell you the one about the two old ladies in Church one day. Or, maybe not, mixed company and all. Keep the fun coming, nothing like laughter.
God Bless
paul
Thanks Paul
As for the joke…my email inbox is always open
I love the sock cartoon…the joke was good, but the cartoon…a good off to bed happy dreams cartoon !
Have a wonderful day…
☮ ♥ Siggi in Downeast Maine
Sooo – now I know just where all those socks went … all sorted, this tickled my sense of the ridiculous Tilly, thanks – cheers, catchul8r molly
I see we all suffer disappearing sock syndrome
LOL.. This is very funny!!!!!
At least she survived for six months without being noticed by her husband
Yulia
http://www.mylifeismyrainbow.wordpress.com
Last weekend Cyclo raided the boys sock drawers to see if any of his missing (7) odd socks were lurking…. so this hit a note with me.
I know I am old, but I don’t get it. Perhaps I will understand the joke later this morning.
It took me a while, but then I laughed like a drain. Which is kind of odd, because I’ve never heard a drain laugh, so how do I know what it sounds like?
As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he smelled her breath and assumed she had eaten his sock.
I didn’t see that one coming …still laughing.
The cartoon is hysterical!