Orphans


We always seem to end our laundry day with at least a couple of orphaned socks.  They go into a basket with all the other sad lonely socks and I think to myself, "Someday, I should really sort all those out."  That someday finally came last week when Emily took on the job and found matches for most of them.

Now the cycle begins again - it's been a week and I already have five unmatched socks in the basket.

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