Where Missing Socks Go
I'm still waking up at 5am ON THE DOT. It's amazing. At least I get to see the sunrise... but I don't always make it to see sunset. I'm still falling asleep around 5pm, and then waking up for dinner and then passing out again.
I've unwittingly solved the missing sock problem -- you know, the one where you've got 2 brand new socks, then after one washing one seems to jump ship, never to be seen again? Last night, as I was half asleep, I reached over and grabbed my sleepsack from my bag to add it as an extra blanket to the bed. When I woke up this morning, there was a brightly striped sock lying next to my head.
I've been looking for this sock for over a YEAR...! It must have used the powers of static cling to get inside the sleepsack in the wash one day, in hopes of a better life in a land far, far away from my stinky feet. I had just finally given up on it before moving here, and tossed its match away with a little tear in my eye. Now, here's the other, all chipper and bright and happy lying next to my head as if nothing's wrong, saying "G'Day, Mate!"
So, that's where missing socks go. They go to Australia.
I've unwittingly solved the missing sock problem -- you know, the one where you've got 2 brand new socks, then after one washing one seems to jump ship, never to be seen again? Last night, as I was half asleep, I reached over and grabbed my sleepsack from my bag to add it as an extra blanket to the bed. When I woke up this morning, there was a brightly striped sock lying next to my head.
I've been looking for this sock for over a YEAR...! It must have used the powers of static cling to get inside the sleepsack in the wash one day, in hopes of a better life in a land far, far away from my stinky feet. I had just finally given up on it before moving here, and tossed its match away with a little tear in my eye. Now, here's the other, all chipper and bright and happy lying next to my head as if nothing's wrong, saying "G'Day, Mate!"
So, that's where missing socks go. They go to Australia.
posted by ~a at 4/09/2006 06:43:00 am
1 Comments:
That can't be right. I'm from Australia, and my socks also go missing. So where do mine go? Are they also in your sleep sack? (whatever that is) Or are mine in Seattle, perhaps on some sort of sock exchange program? I always thought they got eaten by the monster in the washing machine.
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