I was doing laundry yesterday and was transferring clothes from the washer to the dryer. One of my socks got caught underneath the spinner thing. I felt like it was slipping into that place where all socks go. You know the place. You do laundry and are 100% sure that both socks go into the wash, but come out with only one. I am convinced there is a world where all my missing socks are. Somewhere along the way in life I decided that all other things that mysteriously disappear in my life go where all missing socks go. So yesterday I got this picture in my head of all my socks dancing around in their own little world watching my missing copy of Pretty Woman, quoting all the lines before they come up (because of course my socks would be able to quote the movie as well as I could) and drinking out of my favorite Tupperware cup.
What have you guys lost that are hanging out with my socks? :)
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