How and why there seem to always be a sock or two that remains unmatched when ever we do the laundry has always been a mystery to me.
The mystery continues to get more mystifying to me. I have heard several different explanations ranging from dryer lint obviously being the cremated remains of socks to the suspicion that they actually turn into extra Tupperware lids.
I don't have any Tupperware lids so I'm scratching that possibility off the list. There is a new thing I'm adding to the list of possibilities today.
Apparently socks run away. That may sound too simple, but let me explain.
Spring seems to be here, the snow has melted, revealing - you guessed it - socks!
There are several bedraggled sorry looking socks out in the yard. Why? How? When?
I don't understand. I know that no one in our family was walking through the yard this winter and suddenly decided to remove a sock and bury it in the snow. Neither did any of us decide to open the door and fling a sock outside as hard as we could. So how did it get there?
There seems to only be one answer. In order to escape the soapy depths of the washing machine several socks tried making an escape and succumbed to hypothermia and died in our yard, only to be discovered once all the snow was gone.
They have been retrieved, and now I'm debating whether or not to hang them up in the laundry room to serve as an example to all the other socks what happens when one of them try to make an untimely escape.