Can someone please tell me that I'm not losing my mind? That's I haven't crossed over the edge. You know, the edge that I'm always talking about. The one over to the looney bin. I think I'm one step away from entering into that world.
And it's not my kids that are sending me there. This time, anyway.
What I am about to tell you is not a lie. It's not an exaggeration. It is the honest to God truth.
I bought the boys both a new 10-pack of socks.
20 pair of socks.
40 socks.
I dumped all 40 socks from their packaging into the washing machine.
I put all 40 socks into the dryer.
I thought I was folding and matching all 40 socks together ... but when I came to the bottom of my laundry basket ... I found ...
I searched the washing machine. I searched the dryer. I searched the path I would take from the laundry room to where I was distributing the goods. Then I searched all the other paths that I didn't even take. Then I looked under all the furniture.
How is this possible? Someone please tell me. I really really want an answer.
Where the hell did this poor sock's match go?
