from the sock archives: One dirty sock ahead of the apocalypse
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No apparent motive in latest wave of sock abandonment
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Ugh. On the dinner table. I've found abandoned socks under the dinner table, but never on top.
Perhaps you can deliver the socks back to their rightful owner tonight at dinner...on their plate.
Posted by: Seriously Jess | October 01, 2011 at 03:29 AM
Unfortunately, the investigation is at an impasse. Our key suspect denies any connection whatsoever to the socks and has, through his attorney, disavowed knowledge of socks in any context.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | October 01, 2011 at 04:27 AM
Clear evidence of dancing sockless on the table top (do not YouTube that, you will be sorry). Despite the surfeit of socks on your table, sock abduction is no joke. Here, an expert animated reconstruction provides clues:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mXOwtUXCc4
Posted by: nthnglsts | October 01, 2011 at 06:13 AM
Everyone else is missing socks while my house is erupting in socks that belong to no one, if the children are to be believed.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | October 01, 2011 at 09:50 AM
Do barefoot teens go on to practice safe sox?
Posted by: dvz | October 01, 2011 at 07:30 PM
Will there be a follow-up story?
Posted by: jacqui | October 03, 2011 at 01:44 PM
Bra on coffee maker. Apple. Tree.
Posted by: foolery | October 03, 2011 at 02:53 PM
So I see the children have made arrangements for their legal representation. Whatever they promised to pay you, I can assure you, they are no good for it.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | October 03, 2011 at 05:45 PM
I feel better knowing that it isn't just my three boys (and my husband) who do this. What happens in my house is the dog will invariably trot off with one of a pair in his mouth, deposit it elsewhere in the house (or outside), then I scoop up the rest and wash them, after which they are doomed to months in the orphan sock basket.
Posted by: Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food | October 05, 2011 at 12:32 PM