sock it to me

i did laundry last week. not surprising. i do laundry at least twice a week. but last week was different. i had a match for each sock. yes. each sock. i haven't had a match for every sock in over seven years. i don't know where they go. out of pure frustration i even tried buying the same kind of socks. in the same color. don't bother. that doesn't work either. the stars must have been aligned. nostradamus must have predicted that day was the day that hell was to freeze over. it was nothing short of a miracle. i mean it's one thing to have a few plain white socks not have a mate. you can use those to dust. ok, you can put them aside with the intention of using them for dusting. but now add little girl socks into the mix. this alone launches you into an entirely new dimension. throw in white socks with patches of flowers or rainbows. just when you think you have a match you really don't. you can't have one flower and one rainbow. even though they are sewn on the same kind of white sock. there are pink stripes. multiple stripes. pink socks with bows. those same pink socks with no bows. talk about not being able to sleep at night. and to make matters worse all of that time one takes to find the matches after several weeks of laundry have passed in hopes the match will show up is wasted. because the socks show absolutely no appreciation for all of your efforts. the socks don't. even. stay. on. her. feet.