“Why is it that I only lose socks when Rochelle does the laundry?”
Yesterday Rochelle did a load of laundry, and this morning I was putting my items away. I came upon a single sock, and couldn’t help but ask aloud the above line.
Which of course is unfair, it’s totally unreasonable to immediately blame one’s spouse for a missing sock, when it could easily have still been in the laundry hamper. So, while the trail was fresh, I went down to our basement — where we have the washer and dryer — to look.
Found it. In the dryer. Waiting for its mate.