It's a hard-sock life

I just put clothes away, and I must say that my dread of that task is never disappointed. The daunting task of putting away clothes after you've done laundry is an annoying endeavor that seems to take ages to complete.

By anyway, my point is as follows:

SOCKS!

At home, Anjoli and I have a seemingly infinite, and increasingly growing, collection of mismatched socks. We went through a phase once in which we purposely wore mismatching socks (and that probably did not help the situation at all!), but that phase was the result of an initial inability to find matching pairs in the morning. Sighhh.

I'm pretty sure the worst part of sorting clothing is the part when you have to sort your socks. Aside from the fact that it's irritating to go through EVERY white sock to find THE white sock that matches the one in your hand, for some reason I am always missing one of the socks in at least one pair. Why? If you figure out the answer to that question, please do elaborate for me. It's extremely frustrating to take your clothes out of the dryer, sort through them, and end up with one or more socks with no match. What do you do with those socks?? I can't just set them aside in a pile/basket/drawer until the next time I do laundry and hope the other one appears in the next load. I can almost guarantee I won't look at that/those sock/s for a long, long time if I do that. I can't just throw away the sock and hope that it's memory never returns to my mind; we all know that the other sock of the pair would show up the next day or week and I'd be wishing I had the other sock.


So, alas, I am just stuck and doomed to (probably) an eternity of occasionally continuing to wear mismatched socks. After all, they do come in handy when you can't find any of your socks that do match. :)