Socks have always been elusive. Everyone knows there is never a load of laundry where you wind up with matching socks. I think I have only actually pulled that off twice in my entire life. But I now have two boys who wear the same size socks and they seem to be somehow producing socks while I sleep. On a good day I usually have about 5 socks in each wash that don’t match and often times I swear I find socks in a wash I have never even seen before. There’s this one damn sock with this green stripe on the toe and I have NO idea where it came from or where its damn mate is.
Aside from my inability to match issues, these things now show up all over my house. At any given time i usually have a rogue sock on the coffee table, under the kitchen table, in the dog bowl or in the back seat of my car…always just one though. Where’s the other one? It’s not like i see either of the boys walking around with just one sock on.
Last night I’m laying in bed…laying in a bed i have just made up with clean sheets…and i feel something under the sheets. I don’t think much about it but it’s kind of annoying me so i get out of bed and pull back the sheets…and yup, you guessed it…it’s a rogue sock.