Showing posts with label sock sex?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sock sex?. Show all posts

Friday, January 20, 2012

Lonely Socks Club

Here's a picture of today's Lonely Socks Club get-together (also known as laundry day). 

I typically wash all of the contents of the girls' hamper together in one giant load. And the floor is currently sock free. BH would tell me to just throw the oddballs away and move on. But I feel sorry for them. The optimist in me feels confident that they can find their mates and go on to live happy, productive lives. The realist in me knows that I could open the Candyland box and find 5 random socks stashed in there. So I gave them their own box on top of the clothes drawers in the closet. They can keep each other company. Commiserate. 


And I'm a cheapskate. Throw away perfectly good socks? Heck no! In a pinch, we could make 8 perfectly serviceable pairs out of them. But only in a pinch. (We wouldn't want people to think I can't match my kids' socks!)


Oh, and don't think I'm not keeping track of how many socks I put in that box. My theories of sock reproduction suggest that I could find more than 16 the next time I look...

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Sock Census

Today's sock census:  11

11 socks were found on the floor at the end of today. Some pairs, some singles, but a total of 11. And I know they didn't start the day on the floor.

It's a bit of a mystery to me. Only 8 of the 16 feet in my household wear socks. And the socks I started my day with are still on my feet. So that makes 6 feet in the household that could be responsible for the socks...

Unless the dogs have started wearing them. Is there a canine version of cross dressing? Are my dogs Trans-specied? Where does that fit into the GLBT umbrella?

A further analysis of the socks does confirm one adult (ahem, male) pair of socks, and the rest are child-sized. Which I guess would make more sense for the dogs. Really, the girls' socks would be too big, but the dogs don't have the strength to fetch the bins of newborn clothes that contain our stash of tiny socks. Nor do they have the thumbs required to open the latches...

So it's an ongoing mystery. Where do the socks come from? Is it the dogs? Do the socks reproduce? If so, I can vouch for their fertility. And rapid gestation.

Any clues? Anyone else have this problem at their house?