Frumpy Middle-aged Mom: I bought socks for my dog. It scared me.

I’m a little frightened right now, because of something that happened on Christmas morning.
While we were all gathered around, watching “A Christmas Story,” eating cinnamon rolls (they have no calories on Christmas Day. Look it up. It’s a fact.) and opening presents, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t bought any gifts for the dogs.
I felt sad. And a little bit guilty. I couldn’t even look at Buddy, our geriatric Jack Russell terrier, or Lil Wayne, our ge