One day when our boys were still fairly young, I kidded my Beloved about something as she sorted and matched a basket of clean socks, rolling the matched pairs into little balls to keep them together. The next thing I knew a pair of rolled up socks was flying at me at roughly the speed of sound and hit me squarely between the eyes!

My Beloved had an amazingly accurate throwing arm and she knew how to use it! She had been signed for a Pro Woman’s Softball League right out of high school after being voted the most athletic girl in our school. So, when I say My Beloved could throw like a pro I’m not exaggerating even a little bit!

Luckily for me, a pair of rolled up cotton socks rolled up into a ball has not much greater impact than a cotton ball.

“Two can play that game,”…