Tomorrow

Ever since watching the movie "Dave" I have Sigourney Weaver on my mind, singing "Tomorrow (Annie's song)" with a thin little voice, when I hear or read the word "tomorrow". Talk about Pavlov's dog.

Tomorrow IS only a day away and that day away is the day we will go to Wales. Ah, I can see your frightened little faces. You know what it means, don't you? Pictures!
I will be back on Sunday, so you have a few days to take a real good breath and mentally prepare for my return.

In a desperate attempt to keep up, catch up, whatever, I listed a few things in the last days, mainly in my poor neglected DaWanda shop. Only to put it on vacation in a while. That probably wasn't very smart. I could have done more exciting things like folding socks.
Why is it that always one sock is missing? Where did all my socks go? Is there a parallel universe inhabited by single socks? Maybe there is a deeper meaning behind all this?

Oops, back to the subject.
Behave yourselves and play nice together or you will all be banned from the sandbox.
And please have a great time!

P.S. Look at the picture. Three single socks!!