Sock Thief
Most people have the problem of missing socks. When one of my socks goes missing, I know exactly where to look for it. It will be out on the lawn, under a bush or on a dog bed. Well, okay, I won't know exactly where it is, but I'll know who took it, Murphy the sock thief. Now, all I have to do is find the mate.
Written by Melissa on 11:15 AM
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I love that I can look at that sock and say "She got that at Costco! And it came in a 3-pack with pink and purple ones!"
Aren't they so cozy?
Uh, when they're not on the grass, I mean. ;)
Melissa, if I didn't live quite so far I'd come out and meet you at Costco for a shopping date. That would be fun! :)
Mary, you're so right that it scares me a little. It would be fun to shop together sometime.
I like the socks so much that they are the only kind I will wear to work, regardless of whether they match my outfit.
Maybe the dryer thief got it!
I found it in my drawer. I don't know how it got there.
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