This happens to most of us😉😉😉
Quick piece here on another one of the unsolved mysteries of life: Missing socks.
Socks are something that I personally am very horrible at. My socks are either dirty, have holes in them, or have twirledoff to the alternate dimension where all my socks eventually end up.
I will buy a brand new pack of socks and place them into my drawer, where they usually stay put for a day or two, three ifI’m lucky.I get to enjoy the wonderful feeling of fresh cloth under my feet for just that short period of time. Then,when Igo to grab my third or fourth pair, I realize there are only a fewsocks in my drawer.
Didn’t I buy the twenty pack?
I sift around and realize the socks I’m grabbing are old.
It cant be?
I find a pair that look new. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sit down and start…
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