Going through my sock bin I discovered ten singles without a mate. I was able to create two pair out of the stragglers, thus leaving me with six unhappy singles. Recalling where I kept my previous “sock drawer,” now a bedroom “junk drawer,” I found four more lone wolves. Back to ten. I patched together two pair out of the miscellany and brought my world back to six unhappy campers.
Where in the world can six socks be? I really don’t have that many to take care of, so they have to be living somewhere, or clinging to someone else’s shirts or underwear. Maybe they are in the summer clothes section of the closet? Oh wait. I don’t have a summer clothes section. I guess they could be in the rag box, thrown there when I thought they were solos before I found their mates which I ended up keeping hoping for a reunion?
Ah, sweet mysteries of life! Guess who is cleaning her closet this week?
Really related to the lost sock story. Bob and I both have sock singles floating around the apartement; can we trade? Love June
Ain’t it the truth!