Seriously. Where is it?
I know I'm not the only one who falls victim of the missing socks but am I the only one bothered by it?
Why is it that every time I do laundry, I discover that at least two socks have gone missing, leaving their lonely companion, sockmate and literally, their "other half" behind. Sometimes I swear there is a little tunnel connected to our dryer that serves as their ultimate escape route....waiting behind just long enough to watch me stare in confusion and frustration at the realization that they won. Once again.
And the result? A sock drawer filled with 30% of socks matched up and the other 70% hidden under those pairs so I don't have to revisit this frustration every time I need socks.
This has to be a metaphor relating to some aspect of life...
Wow. Being Type A can be exhausting sometimes.
I JUST went through this yesterday. My new "to-do" is to only buy the same socks from here on out. Same brand, same color, etc. Otherwise I will go psycho crazy on the dryer :)
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