Lost socks. Every home in America has them. How does it happen? That’s a question that will probably never be answered. However, I have a theory.
They aren’t lost.
They’ve run away.
Can’t say that I blame them. Especially in a house where 4 females wear the same size and the two males in residence both wear extra-large. Guess what? They all fight over the pairs so who can blame the socks for wanting out of such chaos? I mean, one week they may be upstairs in a spacious mirrored chest, the next in a teeny tiny six-foot tall armoire. They’re relocated more often than someone in the witness protection program!
I’ve long ago stopped trying to separate the father/son socks. Now, I just pitch them into a basket in the laundry room and let the men fight it out.
The only saving grace for the girls is that mismatched socks are currently in vogue. I guess manufacturing companies are facing the same dilemma with run-aways and have decided to make a pair regardless if they match or not. Sounds like good marketing and it takes the pressure off me.
So, to all those socks who didn’t make it out, this is to honor you…those left behind.
So true. I save 1 sock for months ,thinking the other will show up. Finally trash it. Guess what I fine. The match.
I do laundry at my son’s house and with the 4 kids, I have a pile of socks without mates! And, you’re right. As soon as I get rid of them, I’ll find one to match…in the corner of a bedsheet or under a bed or in the corner of a closet! Thanks for taking time to comment. Hope all is well with you.
This is awesome! Thank you for my morning laugh!
Hey Teri!
Thanks for taking time to comment. I hope you have a great week.