
this is what my sad little life has come to be.....
the girls and myself are heading out the door each morning with mismatched socks...
for once my husband is not involved in this craziness {or maybe he is??}...
..his socks are all nicely matched and lined up like little tin solders in his drawer...
but then again he doesn't have to worry about patterns and colors to match....
...his sock are an exciting shade of black or white.....
so this leads me to believe either...
he is behind this and is stashing our girlie sock somewhere to drive me totally insane .....
OR
the rest of us are girl slobs and leave our socks all over the place and they are lost forever
{ at least until i clean under beds..or find them stuck in the sides of the clean fitted sheets..etc.}
OR
there really is a sock burglar .....
SO
i pick the last one
SOCK BURGLAR!!!!!
{ because who wants to be called a slob?
and my husband really has no extra time on his hands to think up such a scheme}

...this is my missing sock box...it started with one or two sad socks that had lost their mates....
now it is overflowing and growing like a bad weed in chicken fertilizer....
SO tomorrow....
i am off to buy new socks for us girls {it's easier than cleaning!!!}....
and i am changing the locks on my doors....
BEWARE.... mr. sock burglar could be on his way to your home!