We’ve all been there, right? Staring into the dryer, a look of bewilderment on our faces. Where did that other sock go? Did it sprout wings and fly away? Did it join a sock circus in a faraway land? These are the questions that plague us, my friends.
The Case of the Missing Sock (and the Incredible Shrinking Sweater)
Just last week, I did a load of laundry. Simple enough, right? I even managed to separate the colors from the whites (a rare feat, I assure you). I tossed in my favorite cozy sweater, a mountain of socks, and hit start.
Fast forward to the “folding and putting away” portion of this tale (let’s be honest, the least enjoyable part), and things took a turn for the strange. My once-oversized, wonderfully comfortable sweater now resembled something fit for a Chihuahua. A very small Chihuahua. And the socks? Well, let’s just say the sock monster had clearly stopped by for a snack, leaving only a handful of lonely survivors.
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