Every single time I do laundry, I somehow end up with one extra sock of Timothy's. Every.single.time. Neither of us can figure out how this happens. It starts out as a content half of a happy sock couple, and somewhere along that washing line, it looses it's mate. Look how sad he is:
One little sock, all alone. And if you wonder what those two little dots are at the toe (they kind of look like eyes in this picture! haha I should draw him a frown too!)...I used a sharpie to mark all of Timothy's socks. He has about 5 different sock styles that are just a tiiiiiny bit different and it's such a headache to get them paired up. This makes it a little bit easier. But it seems as though I am doomed to always have one random sock...makes laundry time even more of a joy. :(
Happy Sunday everyone! Hope you guys in tornado danger zones, stay safe!