Well, as of today, all three now have friends again. In summary:
- One was still dirty, in the bottom of the hamper under the hamper's cloth lining. Check!
- One was stuck to the Velcro on a folded and put-away bib. Check!
- One was wrapped inside the corner of a crib sheet, which had also been folded and put away. Check!
Take that, missing sock Gods! I don't need to bow to you! I'm still winning!
(Ah, maybe I should tone the arrogance down a notch, just to be safe. I know my perfect record is a matter of luck as well as excellent sock-sleuthing skills. It's not just me.)
5 comments:
Beware of the sock-eating washing machines and dryers!
I have disassembled old washers and found socks within the "guts" of those machines .... forever changing my attitude about the final whereabouts of those missing items .... LOL
Impressive! 100% is awesome - keep it up! :D
Wahoo! 100% is amazing. I can't tell you how many times I have bought myself new socks, maybe a 6 pair or so, and within two months or so I'm down to 4 pairs. Where do they go?
You are a super sleuth - socks have a magic way of whisking themselves under the hampers, in sheet corners and attached to random objects. One must always be on the watch!
You crack me up!
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