John Paul Davis <johnd at antioch-college_edu> wrote:
Where do the socks go? Is your BF stowing them away somewhere? Or is no one doing the laundry? Can you not wear his socks? Or are his socks ugly? Perhaps you should make the switch to sandals?
I do the laundry every week. I have to round up socks, in particular, from all over the apartment to make sure they are all in the wash. He has the uncanny knack to know which socks I'm going to want to wear the next day and will pick those to wear the day before. His socks all have holes in them. And it's too cold for sandals. I guess I'm going to have to go the secret sock stash route. Perhaps I will see them agian in sock heaven.
Out of the wringer, into the dryer
Spins the clothes higher
Squeezing out static and shocks
Little stockings tumbling 'round together
Couldn't cling forever
Now I'm missing one of my socks
Lord, where do they go?
One pile waits with their god in a box
The other pile nervously mocks heaven
Misfits lost in the dryer, take heart
Maybe there's a place up in sock heaven