That darn sock monster manages to rear its head and swipe my darn socks. Butthead.
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However, when I started to look in my sock drawer, they weren’t there. Nor were they in the hamper. *sigh* This means they are in the ginormous “missing sock” basket. Or at least, one of them is. Sure enough, I found one sock and not the other. I have torn up the house looking for it. Now, it’s not a matter of genius, but desperation. Suddenly, I MUST find that sock. My entire future with Avon Books depends upon me wearing that sock, don’t you see? *sob*
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When I get back, though, that sock monster and I are gonna have a talk. This is unacceptable! Although … it does mean I get to go sock shopping again, so I don’t suppose it’s all bad!