One Sock, Two Sock, Red Sock, Blue Sock
Published Date: February 24th, 2007Category: Family Life, The Big Guy
Purchased: A twelve pack of new socks.
Date: Exactly two weeks ago.
Missing: Seven socks.
Wanted: The damn dryer!
What in the flippin’ world happens to socks once they enter the clothes dryer? Seriously speaking, where do they go?
Every single ding dang load of laundry I do, there is at least one sock MIA. Should I check under the dryer, inside that big ol’ gray coiled vent thingie?
The Big Guy is convinced that I personally misplace his socks. Like I get some kind of enjoyment in watching him tear every single sock he owns out of the dresser at six thirty in the morning, five days a week.
“We just bought new socks, what the hell happened to them. This is rigoddamndiculous!” By the way, that is my patented word.
“I have no flippin’ idea what the hell YOU did with YOUR socks. Why don’t you do the laundry for now on. I am not your maid!!!”
Solution: Back to Target.
Time Spent on damn socks: About a grand total of two hundred minutes per week.
Holy crap! My life is so exciting. LOL!!!!
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One Response to “One Sock, Two Sock, Red Sock, Blue Sock”
LOL! That is so funny, you know why? I’m headed to Target TODAY for precisely that same reason, to buy socks! My husband is so tired of the ever-growing pile of stray socks sitting atop our dresser. I just don’t know what happens to their mates??