It’s a wonder there’s no Match.com for socks, given how many singles there are in that universe!
~Me to the Boy, as I unsuccessfully attempted post-laundry pairing.
It’s a wonder there’s no Match.com for socks, given how many singles there are in that universe!
~Me to the Boy, as I unsuccessfully attempted post-laundry pairing.
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you know, your reading could consist of you just reading out these random musings. it would be like stand up. we can have a drum there to give you a badoom choom after every one liner. you’re so funny.
That’s a pretty good idea. Maybe an arranged marriage website for socks would be better, though, because then you could at least make the match for them. Socks take such a long time to decide on a mate.
Odd socks are a thing, even if both pairs are complete. Yours, unmatched.
I think socks are just loners at heart, and end up in pairs because thats what we expect of them!
Eh, wordpress is eating up my comments!
I think socks are brooding, moody, loners at heart and just end up in pairs because thats what we expect and need of them.. the poor things!
So many lonely socks:(
It seems to be part of their genetic(?) make up.
Poor things.
I don’t know if you know this but someone tried to patent his 3 sock product/business idea simply because of this. Not sure how far he got with it. I abhor laundry-not a word I use frequently but when it comes to it, I am no qualms doing so. Trying to train my 6 year old in becoming my ‘laundry helper/maid’-have had hits and misses.
Phiroozeh: Phi my love, we’ll definitely need that drum. To wake everyone up after each sentence. 😛
LisaR: True, that. But at least when they do get together, they find mirror images of themselves. What a comforting thought!
DewdropDream: Touche, my dear girl. As always. 🙂
hAAthi: Both your comments made it. Even they refused to make a solo appearance. 😉
dipali: Some day, you shall be treated to a special performance of ‘Holey Socks’, written and composed by yours truly.
sukanyabora: That’s a GREAT idea! Good luck with the training….put ’em to work, I say. 😉
We launch into a rendition of “Tu chhupi hai kahaan, main tadaptaa yahaan” when our socks go missing. It could be the terrible singing that brings them out, but haven’t lost a sock so far
Socks remain unmatched
To OJ we’re so attached
She finally posts
So we raise toasts
Thank you, Laundry, for the plot you hatched!
Meera: You’re a girl after my own heart. Broadway runs through my living room and guess who the star of the show is. I even have the Boy belting out adaptations now. 😉
Aunty G: Sigh, I know
I’ve been three shades slow
But sometimes its best
To get much-needed rest
To refuel one’s mojo
Socks, you know, get lost oftener than most
So what you do is tie em up
and let them wander in la la land together.
That way if they do decide to go missin’
You know they’re together and not pining for each other
And you can go buy a new pair in peace.
Not the most rhyming of lines, but you get the gist 😉
my hypothesis is they get cold feet and run away
Such delightful comments!!!!
Holey Socks sounds terrific. You know, when I had a laparoscopic surgery for gall bladder removal several years ago, I was left with a fewholes in my abdomen, and the irreverent offspring promptly called me Holey Mother Meri.
dipali55>>
You too delight, Depali
With that merri memory
Thanks for sharing
How they were caring
Can’t but help ending with a smiley 🙂 !
alice: 🙂 I do. But I’m always concerned about them stretching out of shape if tied. I don’t even tie them together post laundry–prefer to fold them into each other.
Null Pointer: 😀
dipali55: LOL! 😆 A special rendition of Holey Socks coming up for you when we meet. Finger-snapping, background score and all.
good pun!!
Reema: This was such fun
But I don’t see a pun
Maybe there’s one
And my brain’s overdone
In the California sun!