Seven clean socks without mates? What? That's not possible. Check again.
Nope, none of these socks match. One has a hole it in, too. Figures. What is going on here?
I took all of the laundry off the clothesline and put the clothespins away. I tumbled them on fluff (no heat), cleaned the lint trap and got everything out of the dryer.
Where are the socks? This is impossible. I didn’t drop anything on my way to the living room to fold the laundry.
What could have happened to the socks? Okay, think.
I brought in the shirts hanging on the fence last night just in case some midnight bum decided to swipe them. But the socks were inside the yard.
Do you think the neighborhood brats took them just to mess with me? No, wait, there weren’t any extra clothespins on the line.
They could have taken those, too. No, they really aren’t that clever. And I hung the laundry in my own particular way. There were no weird gaps when I took the laundry off the line.
So, where are the missing socks?!
Alright, alright, I’ll go check the dryer. Nope, empty.
Peek in the spin dryer. No, it’s empty, too. There’s no way they could be in the washing machine. I mean, yeah, it’s easy to miss one sock all smashed up against the side but seven? No way.
Way. And not just socks but underwear and a few towels. What the heck?
Ooooohhhh. When I was putting everything in the spin dryer, there wasn’t enough room for these. I must have closed the washer door and forgotten about them.
Phew, they stink! Now I have to rewash them. Oh well, my shoulder can handle manually washing a small load. There’s another sock with a hole. Darn it!