Socks, Socks, and More Socks

Every stinkin’ morning my kids need socks (those pesky little children) and they never can “find” any socks. They have a serious problem. They suffer from, “if I can’t see it there, it isn’t there” disorder. It’s a tough one I tell ya’. To help them with their disorder, I ordered them to open up their eyes and look under their beds. What a shock! There were all of their socks! This is a heap of clean socks.

Now this is a mystery to me. Where in the world did their matches go? If all of the socks are out from underneath the bed, and I’ve washed all the laundry in the house, where could the matches possibly be? Maybe the sock makers ought to start selling socks in threes and not pairs. Then we could lose one and still have a complete pair.

We also have a problem with dogs in our house loving to bite a hole in any sock they can get their little mouths on. Like they don’t have enough toys or something!
Sarah:)