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June 17, 2009
Three hours with wet socks and my feet are freezing. I've promised myself time and again that this wouldn't happen, but no matter what efforts I go to it seems that I'm destined to fail.

With a bit of teamwork, the wet socks could be avoided. The worst part about it is that it only happens when I am working with my dad. How does one bitch to their dad?

Hopefully this will be the last time. Surely if mum sees the wet socks after her shopping run, she'll somehow make dad check my socks when he changes my nappies!