The Sock Monster

If you asked me if I believed in ghosts hiding in my closet, goblins under the bed, or trolls living under the bridge, the obvious answer would be NO.

But if you asked me if I believe in the Sock Monster.......I would say ABSOLUTELY!!!!!

How else can I explain over 30, and growing, mis-matched socks? The laundry is caught up, the white load has finished and yet I still have socks upon socks that don't have mates.

I keep them all in what I call "the magic box". The container is actually a pink mesh hanging container, but the original sock container was a box, so I just kept the name. If any member of my family complains of no socks I promptly reply "check the magic box". I guess I'm hoping that at least one lost sock will find it's way to the box and find their way onto some cold feet.

So far, no such luck.

So to all my friends who are uber organized and never have missing sock mates, you obviously don't have a sock monster living in your house.......YET.