A long while back I posted about how the sock monster (or possibly that mean old washer or dryer) was eating our socks, and my batches of laundry were turning out with missing socks nearly every cycle. Since then I am happy to report the little socks enter the washer in a garment bag, and none have been sacrificed to the sock monster in months. This week, however, I took a load of darks out of the dryer and to my surprise discovered five (not one, not two, but five) of the missing socks and one errant glove. What!?!?!?! How does this happen? Where could these little scamps have been all this time? I checked to see if there was something in the batch that hadn't been washed in ages in which they could have been hiding all this time. Nope--same old darks that get washed all the time. Has the washer (or dryer) decided to make its peace with me just in time for sandal weather when socks are no longer wanted? It's plain to see the missing socks are nearly worthless as they are now a dingey gray rather than crisp white like their partners. I actually pulled out the partners and matched them up and found that there isn't a stray sock left. This is very suspicious. I think the washer might be out to get me.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
the mystery of the missing socks
A long while back I posted about how the sock monster (or possibly that mean old washer or dryer) was eating our socks, and my batches of laundry were turning out with missing socks nearly every cycle. Since then I am happy to report the little socks enter the washer in a garment bag, and none have been sacrificed to the sock monster in months. This week, however, I took a load of darks out of the dryer and to my surprise discovered five (not one, not two, but five) of the missing socks and one errant glove. What!?!?!?! How does this happen? Where could these little scamps have been all this time? I checked to see if there was something in the batch that hadn't been washed in ages in which they could have been hiding all this time. Nope--same old darks that get washed all the time. Has the washer (or dryer) decided to make its peace with me just in time for sandal weather when socks are no longer wanted? It's plain to see the missing socks are nearly worthless as they are now a dingey gray rather than crisp white like their partners. I actually pulled out the partners and matched them up and found that there isn't a stray sock left. This is very suspicious. I think the washer might be out to get me.
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The only logical explanation is either a house elf or an alien invasion ;). Weird.
Matthew has that same set of socks (gray, red, blue)! Little socks sure are buggers to keep together!
That's pretty much the weirdest thing that I've ever heard of. I am dying to know how that happened! ...In the next life I guess we'll find out all life's mysteries...
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