I noticed recently that I have been missing some of my socks. Few things annoy me more. When I open my drawer in the morning and pull out a sock without it's mate, I get angry. I question Kate and dig through her drawers. I check the washer and dryer to see if one clung to the sides out of sight. I follow the path from our room to the laundry room checking to see if one fell out on the way. Nothing. Argh!!! Where do they go? Do I have a sock gremlin that steals my socks just to torture me? Sound preposterous? Well I do...
Look at that guilty mug.
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