We have only lived here two weeks. How can I already have unmatched socks?
One is especially irritating, because in preparation for moving, I gave up on ever finding it and threw away the mate less than a month ago, after it had sat in the basket all of 2020.
Parallel universes governed by gods with a perverse sense of humor -- it's the only thing that makes sense. Sort of.
ReplyDeleteMy corollary is the accumulating pile of left-handed gardening gloves.
ReplyDeleteSocks are the larval form of coat-hangers.
ReplyDeleteThat makes sense.
ReplyDeleteWhat do coat-hangers turn into, though? There never seem to be enough--especially in the in-between seasons. The only time I can find one easily is when some smooth hanger has shrugged a smooth shirt onto the floor.
ReplyDeleteNo, we've got way extra over here. I decided to put my sweaters on hangers at the new house instead of putting them in the cedar chest, and I left a collection at the old house for the new people.
ReplyDeleteCoat-hangars turn into Tupperware lids.
ReplyDeleteLids that no longer match any containers.
ReplyDeleteI can sort of get the mismatch for small containers, but we have tub lids that fit nothing, and are only useful for small-child sledding. And pile-o-junk separators.
ReplyDeleteThe important thing is the perversity of inanimate objects. They sense your fear. If you're missing lids, coat-hangers turn into the unmatched Tupperware bottoms.
ReplyDeleteI have heard if you feed the washer and dryer a T-shirt occasionally, telling them that it is theirs to keep, they leave your socks alone. I've never tested the theory.
ReplyDeleteIt has to be a virgin t-shirt.
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