I Found Your Missing Sock
Last night, while folding laundry, I came across a sock which does not belong to anyone in my family. How can this happen? I pondered these things in my heart. I thought perhaps I had solved the age-old riddle: where do single socks go when they disappear? Perhaps they are teleported from your dryer to mine. This is not the first time a random sock has appeared in my house. [Cue ominous music.]
Teleportation. That must be it. Mystery solved.
Until this morning, when I found this. The matching sock. Which I never purchased. This pair of socks is a obviously a set of intruders, interlopers, maybe even spies. But from whence did they come?
I cannot comment further due to the ongoing investigation.
Reporting live from Washington State, this is Mel, Queen of Socks, signing out.
……hey…..that’s my sock….i wondered where it went.
It looks like some of my sons socks, just bigger. How is it socks disappear and migrate? I think it is all part of a greater sock conspiracy.
OH My God, that belongs to my beloved. Hey why is it teleporting to you?
I save the “found” socks & some day they will have a partner & I will never never have to buy socks again!
as long as I don’t mind mind wearing 2 different kinds of sox-say a pink one and one like your picture
Haha!! I bet they belong to the infamous “Not Me” who leaves crumbs on the counter and never flushes the toilet.
It’s not my sock.
The bottom is TOO white.
Well, I was going to say the sock belongs to my husband, but then you found the other one so I know it can’t be true. Every time we do laundry, my husband ends up with 7 to 9 single socks and we HAVE NO IDEA where the mates have gone to.
I keep threatening to just throw all his socks away and buy him 40 pairs of socks that are EXACTLY THE SAME.
Strange, socks don?t usually mate for life.
For one to follow another through the void that connects all dryers is usual to say the least.
Each of my children have one style of socks. (except the 8 yr old boy who needs that pair of black socks for church) When a pair of socks turns up that doesn’t belong. It usually belongs to a cousin who visited recently. I applaud you for finding both socks. Turns it into a real mystery.
I pondered these things in my heart.
Careful there. You’re treading dangerously close to holy ground.
That looks like my husband’s socks. Thanks for washing them for me!
They’re mine. I put them on when I thought about jogging, but I took them off when I wound up blogging. Since they rhyme, can that count towards exercise?
I was going to say, “Now, that’s just weird,” but then I remembered that you have teenaged boys. Start your investigation there.
I am so glad Mel now has a working digital camera. We are being treated to such a greater insight into her life. From kids to socks, the visual aids add to the pictures her words paint.
Things like mismatched socks are never a problem until you fold the laundry. Yet another reason to put off that chore?
Suzanne
OMG! Too funny! Too bad the rest of my laundry didn’t make it through the teleport process….someone really needs to finish my laundry!
Diane
hahaha! that’s awesome! i had a mystery red flannel sheet and blue cotton pillowcase appear in my laundry last week…
doo-doo-do-do doo-doo-do-do…
I used to believe in the mysterious void that connects all dryers, but now I live in a hot country and I don’t have a dryer and STILL the socks go missing and turn up mysteriously.
I suppose it is things like this that give life meaning…
Ah ha!!!!! So you’ve got them. We’ve got a box of sad single socks in the laundry room. I just went and looked and there are 26 socks in there. (????)
Usually when this happens to me it is a friend’s socks from a sleepover…
Mary
you are freaking hilarious! I have spent the better part of my day today laughing myself silly reading your blog. I hope you DO write your book – I’ll be first in line to buy a copy. (not literally mind you…..I will have Amazon.com preorder me a copy to be delivered to my very own mailbox because I, too, am an introvert).