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Tuesday, November 23, 2010



Maybe the socks realize you hate them and run away because their feelings are hurt.

I've often said (when we lose one sock) that "it went to live with Jesus."


I heard once that socks are coat hanger larva. Makes sense to me.

Melissa - bargainshoppermom

I am so with you Ann. Seriously where do they go?!? I just don't understand. I thought I was being so smart and now have a basket for no mates socks. Each time I do laundry and have a no mate sock I go to that basket to find the mate. Is is ever there? No. So I just throw in more no mate socks. It is an endless cycle.


When my four were all still living at home I used to spread out all the socks on the ping pong table & put up a sign saying:
"Have and orgy! Mate socks!"
There would still be dozens of odd socks left over.


Barbie - that's hilarious!! :) I'm so glad I'm not alone in the insane number of odd socks!

Holly S.

LOL! I hate socks, too!

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