Raise your hand if you’ve ever lost a sock in the laundry.
Any of you who have not raised your hands, shame on you for lying. 😀 We all know that washers and dryers have a strange affinity for socks.
Washer: Hey, Dryer!
Dryer: Yes, Washer?
Washer: Hey, check it out. He’s got a basket of SOCKS!!!!!!
Dryer: We’ll be eatin’ fine tonight! You want the colored ones or the black and white ones?
Washer: I’ve got the bleach thing happenin’, so you take the colored ones. Besides, I can’t stand Hello Kitty Pink or Smurf Blue. Makes my tub out of whack and then I pound and walk all over. It’s not pretty.
Dryer: Oh, no problem. I’ll just make those ones ‘lost’ in the filter or shoot them out the vent for you, then the kids can’t wear them again.
Washer: Hey, thanks!! I’ll make sure to use some extra Downey as a treat for you!
Dryer: That’s totally awesome!!!
At least I thought it was a washer/dryer issue until I saw this on the i can has cheezburger? site:
Suddenly it was all clear: maybe my cats did something with them. Perhaps they thought they were some kind of weird mice. Perhaps they have a nest of left socks somewhere in the house, and I have yet to find it. Perhaps they have a tiny mantle inside their covered litter box, and they were hanging them by the fireplace with care. Maybe they rolled them up and made balls out of them to bat across the floor–a sort of floor sock-hockey.
There are also other alternatives to the magic disappearing socks:
1. my son took off his socks on the sofa and one of them ended up between the cushions.
2. my daughter took hers off in the bathroom before a bath and it got stuck under the vanity.
3. my hubby dropped one in the basket and another on the floor. Note that this happens with some frequency.
4. half of mine got shoved under the bed, the other half made it to the laundry basket. The next time we had laundry, I send the other half down, but the first half mysteriously disappears.
5. my son took his socks off in his loft bed and didn’t bother to bring them down with him in the morning, and he now is sleeping with 3 weeks’ worth of dirty socks. How he doesn’t get grossed out snoozing with that many stinky socks, I’ll never know.
Will the single-sock problem ever be solved? I doubt it. The cats, washers, and dryers are too addicted to them now, and there’s no chapter of Socks Anonymous nearby.
Just for more laughs, here’s another fun pic for you: