Last night, while folding laundry, I came across a sock which does not belong to anyone in my family. How can this happen? I pondered these things in my heart. I thought perhaps I had solved the age-old riddle: where do single socks go when they disappear? Perhaps they are teleported from your dryer to mine. This is not the first time a random sock has appeared in my house. [Cue ominous music.]
Teleportation. That must be it. Mystery solved.
Until this morning, when I found this. The matching sock. Which I never purchased. This pair of socks is a obviously a set of intruders, interlopers, maybe even spies. But from whence did they come?
I cannot comment further due to the ongoing investigation.
Reporting live from Washington State, this is Mel, Queen of Socks, signing out.
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……hey…..that’s my sock….i wondered where it went.
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It looks like some of my sons socks, just bigger. How is it socks disappear and migrate? I think it is all part of a greater sock conspiracy.
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OH My God, that belongs to my beloved. Hey why is it teleporting to you?
I save the “found” socks & some day they will have a partner & I will never never have to buy socks again!
as long as I don’t mind mind wearing 2 different kinds of sox-say a pink one and one like your picture
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Haha!! I bet they belong to the infamous “Not Me” who leaves crumbs on the counter and never flushes the toilet.
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It’s not my sock.
The bottom is TOO white.
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Well, I was going to say the sock belongs to my husband, but then you found the other one so I know it can’t be true. Every time we do laundry, my husband ends up with 7 to 9 single socks and we HAVE NO IDEA where the mates have gone to.
I keep threatening to just throw all his socks away and buy him 40 pairs of socks that are EXACTLY THE SAME.
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Strange, socks don?t usually mate for life.
For one to follow another through the void that connects all dryers is usual to say the least.
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Each of my children have one style of socks. (except the 8 yr old boy who needs that pair of black socks for church) When a pair of socks turns up that doesn’t belong. It usually belongs to a cousin who visited recently. I applaud you for finding both socks. Turns it into a real mystery.
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I pondered these things in my heart.
Careful there. You’re treading dangerously close to holy ground.
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That looks like my husband’s socks. Thanks for washing them for me!
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They’re mine. I put them on when I thought about jogging, but I took them off when I wound up blogging. Since they rhyme, can that count towards exercise?
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……hey…..that’s my sock….i wondered where it went.
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It looks like some of my sons socks, just bigger. How is it socks disappear and migrate? I think it is all part of a greater sock conspiracy.
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OH My God, that belongs to my beloved. Hey why is it teleporting to you?
I save the “found” socks & some day they will have a partner & I will never never have to buy socks again!
as long as I don’t mind mind wearing 2 different kinds of sox-say a pink one and one like your picture
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I was going to say, “Now, that’s just weird,” but then I remembered that you have teenaged boys. Start your investigation there. 😉
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Haha!! I bet they belong to the infamous “Not Me” who leaves crumbs on the counter and never flushes the toilet.
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It’s not my sock.
The bottom is TOO white.
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Well, I was going to say the sock belongs to my husband, but then you found the other one so I know it can’t be true. Every time we do laundry, my husband ends up with 7 to 9 single socks and we HAVE NO IDEA where the mates have gone to.
I keep threatening to just throw all his socks away and buy him 40 pairs of socks that are EXACTLY THE SAME.
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Strange, socks don?t usually mate for life.
For one to follow another through the void that connects all dryers is usual to say the least.
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Each of my children have one style of socks. (except the 8 yr old boy who needs that pair of black socks for church) When a pair of socks turns up that doesn’t belong. It usually belongs to a cousin who visited recently. I applaud you for finding both socks. Turns it into a real mystery.
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I pondered these things in my heart.
Careful there. You’re treading dangerously close to holy ground.
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That looks like my husband’s socks. Thanks for washing them for me!
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They’re mine. I put them on when I thought about jogging, but I took them off when I wound up blogging. Since they rhyme, can that count towards exercise?
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I am so glad Mel now has a working digital camera. We are being treated to such a greater insight into her life. From kids to socks, the visual aids add to the pictures her words paint.
Things like mismatched socks are never a problem until you fold the laundry. Yet another reason to put off that chore?
Suzanne
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OMG! Too funny! Too bad the rest of my laundry didn’t make it through the teleport process….someone really needs to finish my laundry!
Diane
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I was going to say, “Now, that’s just weird,” but then I remembered that you have teenaged boys. Start your investigation there. 😉
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I am so glad Mel now has a working digital camera. We are being treated to such a greater insight into her life. From kids to socks, the visual aids add to the pictures her words paint.
Things like mismatched socks are never a problem until you fold the laundry. Yet another reason to put off that chore?
Suzanne
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OMG! Too funny! Too bad the rest of my laundry didn’t make it through the teleport process….someone really needs to finish my laundry!
Diane
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hahaha! that’s awesome! i had a mystery red flannel sheet and blue cotton pillowcase appear in my laundry last week…
doo-doo-do-do doo-doo-do-do…
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I used to believe in the mysterious void that connects all dryers, but now I live in a hot country and I don’t have a dryer and STILL the socks go missing and turn up mysteriously.
I suppose it is things like this that give life meaning…
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hahaha! that’s awesome! i had a mystery red flannel sheet and blue cotton pillowcase appear in my laundry last week…
doo-doo-do-do doo-doo-do-do…
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I used to believe in the mysterious void that connects all dryers, but now I live in a hot country and I don’t have a dryer and STILL the socks go missing and turn up mysteriously.
I suppose it is things like this that give life meaning…
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Ah ha!!!!! So you’ve got them. We’ve got a box of sad single socks in the laundry room. I just went and looked and there are 26 socks in there. (????)
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Ah ha!!!!! So you’ve got them. We’ve got a box of sad single socks in the laundry room. I just went and looked and there are 26 socks in there. (????)
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Usually when this happens to me it is a friend’s socks from a sleepover…
Mary
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you are freaking hilarious! I have spent the better part of my day today laughing myself silly reading your blog. I hope you DO write your book – I’ll be first in line to buy a copy. (not literally mind you…..I will have Amazon.com preorder me a copy to be delivered to my very own mailbox because I, too, am an introvert).
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