Missing Great Sox!

In doing laundry tonight, I came up with the usual 1/2 dozen single sox while sorting. I grabbed my basket that holds the single sox of years past, with the hope of course, that I could make a few mates. While my spirit soared when I reunited a pair of Argyles with each other, sadly I was unable to match up any others. I finally got ruthless and tossed out the sox that had been in and out of the system for evidently the past 20 years or so. I had little kid sox! Even when my kids were little, they didn't have little feet. So....it must be from when they were REALLY little....which means we're talking 25 years or so.

I HAVE SOX FROM THE REAGAN ADMINISTRATION! Pretty scary isn't it?

When my dad died and we were sorting thru his worldly goods, I found plastic flowers in the attic along with the lovely matching plastic "vaaaaasze.." and wondered how the heck they kept stuff that long. After all, my mom had passed away 20 years before my dad. And yet he still had orange plastic flowers in his attic! So I guess I come by these "hang onto it for some day" genes naturally. But really... I can do better than this. If I don't want my kids to just light a match to the place when I die, I have to do better than this.

I do wonder from time to time where all these great sox go. Is there like a Bermuda Triangle surrounding me that sox just go missing, sucked into some crazy vortex and churning with all the missing sox of my past lives. How can one or two people possibly have 21 single sox! Wouldn't there be a corresponding pile of them somewhere? I mean they take up quite a bit of space!

One of the biggest unsolved mysteries of our time.