Sorting socks

This is how I spent my evening last night. I found a bunch of matches though, so it was worth it. When I wash clothes and then fold them, I toss the loan socks into a basket up on the shelf of the laundry room. I noticed yesterday that the basket was extremely full, so I dumped the whole thing in the washer, then transferred it to the dryer and started spreading them on the floor in an attempt to find all their mates. I'm happy to say that I found a crap load of my favorite goofy socks but a few are still missing. Two of my very favorite socks were not found. It's sad, but I have faith that they will turn up again. Maybe they are stuck inside a pair of shorts that were packed away for the winter. I'm crossing my fingers. Anyway, that lovely mess is still on the floor. I was tired from the memory/match game. You'd drop a sock down and then you found the match but you had to remember where you put its double. It's much harder when you are surrounded in the sea of socks. Sam's going to be excited. His sock pile just doubled.