When I was on my mission (Grant), I used to take off my shoes at the end of the day and it felt so good to finally take off the shoes. And I would check out my socks. If they stuck to my feet when I took them off, then I knew it was a good day that I just had. I can't explain why, but to me it was a sign of accomplishment.
One night I was sitting in our room at the MTC and I had determined it was a good day - so I peeled my socks off my feet and chucked them against the wall. The room walls were made of brick and both socks just stuck as soon as they hit. I took them down and threw them again - sure enough they still stuck. One of them was sticking to the wall right above the doorway. As luck would have it, right then our Branch President walked in. He stopped right under the doorway and just stood there talking with us. It was a friendly chat, but I was praying the whole time that the socks wouldn't fall down right on his bald head. Luckily, the sweaty socks hung long enough and the Branch President was spared.
I've told this story to our kids, so every now and then Brandon will tell me if it was "a good day" or not. Today must have been a good day for him, because this is what I found when I came home from work:
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