I have no idea how this happened.
I was folding laundry this morning and at the end (I always save my socks folding for last.) I had eight socks with no partner!
They are all very different socks, so I can't even get away with putting a black work sock with a blue work sock in hopes that my husband won't notice when he gets dressed in the morning half groggy.
Baby socks, my socks, husband's socks...eight solos...that's just crazy...in.one.single.load!
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