I'm wondering if any of my reader's know the answer to the laundry room "sock thing". I'm sure you know what I'm talking about without me going into full definition mode. Why do socks go missing even though I swear I've put both in the washer?
Once, when my washing machine broke down, I was determined to figure out the biggest paradox since the industrial revolution: the ever~illusive sock mystery.
Where do socks go?
Somewhere in my washing machine lies a bottomless chamber. It's an abyss of sorts.
But as I loomed over the machine, ready to reclaim my favorite sock (with cute penguins wearing ice skates on them), I was sadly disappointed, very sadly disappointed.
There were no penguins, no cute ice skates, no sock worth mentioning, just a mauled toddler sock with a zillion loose threads and a weird purply stain on it. So, the mystery continues.
I will find the answer. One day.
Is there an award awaiting me when I do?