One of my biggest pet peeves is picking up my husbands socks! They are all over and for some ungodly reason they never seem to make it in the laundry basket. He swears that it’s not so, but I know the truth and now so shall you. I photographed my husband’s socks every morning for a week to prove a point. Now, I’m posting them here in hopes that I can shame him into putting them in the basket. Let the experiment begin:
Monday: So close! Canyou see the basket in the background of this photo? That is my hamper! Just 12 more inches and he would have had them in. Instead I pick up the socks and shirt and place them in the basket myself.
Tuesday: Not even close! By their location I’m suspecting he was wearing them when he got into bed and then pulled them off. Just call me Inspector!
Wednesday: Okay, now this is some serious passive aggressive shit going on here! Today the socks are located in the spot where the hamper usually is, but I removed it to do laundry! Somehow today, the day of no hamper the socks appear there. Go figure.
Thursday: Oh my God! So close, but they still can’t seem to find their way into the basket. I’m starting to see a pattern here with shirts as well. Hmm
Friday: Okay, so it’s not just me right? You see the basket right there. Why can’t these furled up balls of stink make it in there! It’s right next to his side of the bed!
Saturday: This would be my living room floor. The inspector suspects that Frankie B. removed his socks before falling asleep on the couch during which he was spending “me time” with his wife. (that would be me)
Sunday: Today I found the socks next to the couch in my living room on the floor under a pile of cushions, but wait something seems odd.
After lifting the cushions I revealed not only my husband’s socks, but my son’s socks as well! I guess he thought this is where I should put my socks, too!
After much thought and reflection I have come to a conclusion. YOU WIN FRANK! You have driven me to a point that I’m stalking your socks! I have succumbed to the fact that these stinky beasts will never be tamed!
The reality is: If this is the worst part of my marriage I can live with it!