Day Thirteen: No Socks

I really do not like socks. At all. They confine my feet. Most people know this fact about me, and some of you have probably been witness to my constant complaining about this article of clothing. Now, obviously, living up north, I have come to at least appreciate these pieces of fabric, because they do keep my feet warm and safe from frostbite when it snows. But that does not mean I have to enjoy wearing them. However, socks seem to cause more problems than just confining my feet and causing me to complain all winter. They disappear. Yes. Sneaky little things. They are always disappearing! It's bad enough that I have to spend money on socks that are somewhat comfortable, so I don't go crazy with things wrapped all over my feet. But then, to have them constantly running away from me? That's just insane. So hear me and my conspiracy theory out: Am I turning into Munch?!?! (SVU humor...cheesy I know)

Socks just disappear in the dryer! How rude! I even use fabric softener when I wash my socks (yes, I may hate wearing them...but if I have to wear them, they better be soft and snuggly). So I treat my socks nicely. How dare they run off!  And without their mate! Not only does that leave their partner lonely and only useable for a puppet, but it leaves me very very confused as to how it escaped when the dryer locks from the outside. Conspiracy.

They always seem to unfold themselves in the drawer. I take specific time out of my day, to make sure my pairs of socks are tucked nicely together, so when I'm scrambling to get to work on time, I can grab a pair and run. How is it that when I open my drawer, all I have are single socks!!! I know I folded them together! What is going on?!?! Conspiracy.

So. I am grateful when I don't have to wear socks. Like today! It's February, but for some reason it's 64 degrees and I have on NO SOCKS! Glorious. Happy no sock day to you all!!!