I'm the only guy in my house. My size 12 feet are six sizes bigger that the girls in my house. Nobody steals my socks. The girls don't wear my socks - ever. When I take my socks off they go straight to the laundry basket. But somehow from there they get lost, separate, disappear, morph into something else, baffle science, and become a mystery which I cannot resolve. Where do my socks go? I've even tried to fold my socks into one after I take them off - but that doesn't work. The drawer where I keep my socks is like a speed-dating convention - full of singles looking for "the one"!
Today I counted 16 single socks. I searched my drawers and the hot press to find partners - but no luck. I was so impressed with my array of odd socks that I took a photo. This has to be one of the mysteries of life - where are the other 16 socks?
|My selection of 16 odd socks!|