I have decided that missing socks are not contained to only washing machines and/or dryers. The proof of that lays at the foot of my bed in front of the laundry basket.
I wear socks as a rule especially when it begins to cool down they change from footies to ankle socks, getting a little thicker as the months grow colder.
The odd thing is if I wear socks to bed my feet get hot then I can't get to sleep so I will 'monkey toe' them off cooling my feet and falling asleep. You think they would still be there when I woke up wouldn't you...WRONG.
Mornings and that covers whenever I crawl out of bed, I say coffee much like a zombie says brains as I stumble out of the bedroom so I don't even remember wearing socks to bed.
Life merrily goes on and I repeat this at least five more times each time grabbing a fresh pair. That makes five pairs of socks all distinctively multi-colored all with a personality of their own. They are 'just socks' Grandma.
So I'm in the bedroom getting our laundry together and start picking up the stray socks. One by one I throw each sock in a pile as I look around for more I notice that I have found one sock each of five pairs. What the heck?
The question of the day. Where did five different socks disappear too? Maybe there's a hole under my bed? Today after bandage change, I look over and there is another matching sock just innocently laying there.
I roll them together and as I toss them in the basket I entertain the idea of googling 'paranormal activities'.
Do you have troubles keeping matching socks? I love stories so do tell.