And here I thought they all had such a strong relationship…they were always so matchy matchy out in public and goodness knows they were forever clinging together in the darkness of the deepest drawers doing sock things.
And here I thought they all had such a strong relationship…they were always so matchy matchy out in public and goodness knows they were forever clinging together in the darkness of the deepest drawers doing sock things.
Perfection!
😀
My husband just ordered 20 more pairs of socks, because he believes I am hiding them somewhere.
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I think the dryer eats them. It’s a sock eating monster.
Tell that to him -in his mind, it’s all me. You see, I must be denying him. He’s so funny! I’d love to find a borrower (little people that live in the walls) with the socks turned into clothes, curtains, bedspreads -and say, “I told you it wasn’t me!”
I loved The Borrowers! I had the books when I was young and read them to my daughter when she was growing up. Most definitely that’s where the socks went! 😀
I did the same with my kids. ONe day, that man of mine, who has been with me 30 years- will understand this about his socks, as well.
I think you need to have a talk with your socks and encourage the buddy system when they go to the laundry together.
Hey, what the socks do in the dryer is none of my business. It’s not my place to encourage or discourage such behavior.
Brilliant Wendy!!!!! 🙂
Thanks! 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂
Matched socks, like a clean house or desk, are signs of a wasted life & a sick mind.
You’re good here.
Well that’s good to hear! Often I have on one striped sock and one polka dot sock. So, my life is very colorful.
One always runs off to heaven knows where…..
They need a leash…
Hahahahaha — are u suddenly going kinky on us ? 😀 LOL
what ? your clothes are not on the buddy system? LOL
I think there must be constant battles royale in the dryer because two go in and only one comes out.
Lol…I like the way you think lol
Going back to college–some 30 years–I’ve kept a shoebox in my closet on which i scrawled in big, black magic marker ink: Island of Misfit Socks. (A rudolph reference, of course). Thinking now I might need to upgrade to Hosiery Divorce Court.
Oh no! Both are so sad! At least the Misfits eventually found homes…
One of argyles apparently ran off with a traveling sock puppet. And as an additional insult, I use the remaining one to dust furniture.
There will be some very colorful sock monkeys out there thanks to your wandering argyles. (I love sock monkeys!)