Saturday, December 30, 2006
"Are you taking pictures of my socks?" - Pamela Stephenson
WHERE ARE THEY?
The socks that match these, some of which were new only four - FOUR! - days ago.
I know it's the age-old question, but honest to God, I am losing my mind.
WHERE ARE THE DAMN SOCKS?
Where do they go? Out into the wild world to seek their fortunes, or into a dark corner to hide from the humdrum of their daily lives? Do they eat one another? Is some larger thing in my laundry room eating them? Are the cats selling them on the black market?
Is this clearly driving me NUTS?