Got home with the laundry and I appear to be missing a sock. Either it’s around here somewhere or one has made a successful escape.


I found it later in a pair of hubby's underwear. Last time time that happened I took a picture because I thought a sock dangling out of a pair of shorts was kind of kinky and the image was like laundry porn. (The image turned out to be funnier in my head once I saw it on my phone.) This time the sock fairly flew out of his undershorts and acted a little nervous and guilty around its mate. I decided not to tell it I already deleted the previous photo from my phone. 


Maybe that’ll keep the socks in line.