For me, one of life's quirky mysteries is where all the socks go.
You put them into the laundry, and they seem perfectly safe. You (or DW) bring them out of the dryer, and one has escaped. Where do they go?
I have a drawer full of socks who have lost their siblings, and I am greatly reluctant to throw them out ... because I know when I do, I'll find their brethren hiding somewhere in the house.
Sometimes I think I'll just have one drink too many, lose my head, toss the whole mess, and just go on a sock buying binge at Costco or Wal-Mart, and end this pain.
So, here is the real question of life ... how oh how do you keep your socks together in the laundry, and keep them from disappearing ... that is one from disappearing? There must be a better way.
You put them into the laundry, and they seem perfectly safe. You (or DW) bring them out of the dryer, and one has escaped. Where do they go?
I have a drawer full of socks who have lost their siblings, and I am greatly reluctant to throw them out ... because I know when I do, I'll find their brethren hiding somewhere in the house.
Sometimes I think I'll just have one drink too many, lose my head, toss the whole mess, and just go on a sock buying binge at Costco or Wal-Mart, and end this pain.
So, here is the real question of life ... how oh how do you keep your socks together in the laundry, and keep them from disappearing ... that is one from disappearing? There must be a better way.