Saintly Brother's wife couldn't figure out where all the socks were going. She'd put them in the dryer and they'd just disappear. Dryer jokes aside, her dryer was stealing their socks. Turns out there was a part missing. The dryer took the socks and other small items and shot them out into the backyard. Mystery solved.
I've got a laundry basket full of divorced, lonely socks. I keep hoping their mates will show up and they can reconcile. I think I hope in vain. Yes, I've checked in the yard. Nothing there but a little lint. Did it chew up my socks and spit them out as lint?
I don't think so. But I'm about to ditch the swingin' singles socks I've got and get some new, more monogamously inclined Socks at Hue. Sometimes you just have to admit that things aren't working and start over.
It will feel really great to dump that laundry basket of singles. That is until the dryer coughs up their mates.
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