The joy at finding my missing sock was fleeting. It vanished soon after I did another load of laundry and discovered that same sock had disappeared.
What are the odds? Is it the start of a new pattern? Is it a sign of something greater? Is someone trying to send me a message?
My New Year had started off on the right foot, but I’m now feeling out of step with my solemate gone. Perhaps I need to call AAA and have a toe truck come. Really what I need is to teach my socks to come when called. They need to learn how to heel.
Notes from the cupcake rescue league 