Yesterday was my second Blogiversary!!! 332 posts in two years and lots of blog friends later, here I am.
So I was thinking about my first blog post two years ago, and I realized that I do not, in fact, ever actually talk about point #3 in a literal sense… ie, I never actually discuss socks and laundry (though domestic life does come up). So here it is… I really do marvel at how socks disappear. I have an honest to goodness issue with it. And here is the proof…
I do laundry nearly every freaking day (presuming my machines work and they don’t always). And nearly every single time a load comes out of the dryer, at least one pair of socks will have become a single sock. So, I put the single sock in my “single sock” bag, intended to be the holding place until the other sock appears… ya’ just never know if it never made it out of the hamper or got into a different load. But it doesn’t always work that way:
Behold! My “collection” of single socks where the mate never ever materialized. How crazy is that? Care to give theories on what happens to them?
– Is that what my alien neighbours have buried under their “headstone” lawn ornaments (don’t ask);
– Is there a sock party going on somewhere behind the dryer?
– Did they just disintegrate from over use or stinky feet?
Got any other ideas?