Slippin' Slidin' in my Socks

My mom is not one who really understands Christmas, because when she was a child in Korea, they didn't celebrate the holiday in her Buddhist household.  Skip to America, she shops for Christmas, and she always gives something small, because she wants to make sure everyone gets something from her.  Small usually means, a pair of socks, a package of underwear, or nail polish.  It's the thought that counts.  She's trying.

This Christmas past, my mother gave me a package of soft and fuzzy slipper socks.  I have been wearing them and they are the bomb when I'm in my shoes.  They aren't anything like the ones offered in the hospital.  They are cushy and soft.

However, they easily slip off when I'm sleeping.  For instance, this morning, I got out of bed to turn .my alarm clock off, which I keep across the room, and although the socks stick to the floor, I freakin' slipped IN my socks and fell on my butt.

Only me.