There are certain things that just cannot be solved such as how we will ever get to world peace, why you yawn when you see someone else yawn, and where in the hell is the partner to this sock? I am convinced that there is a secret sock society hidden deep under the dryer. Kind of like Mr. Crabs secret lair under his dumpster back behind the Crusty Crab. I am a Spongebob fan, fun mindless cartoons. Ahhh . . .
Back to socks. You know there is a phenomenon when, as you can see below, there is a National Lost Sock Memorial with its own date and everything! My daughter once told me that she thinks they sneak off to the Sock Monkey factory to be made into cute Sock Monkey dolls. I don’t know about that, but I saw a saying the other day on Facebook that said, “I am convinced that the 100’s of missing socks somehow morph into Tupperware lids.” I think this person may be onto something because just the other day, I threw away about 45 lids that had no partners. Hmmmm . . .