The Other Sock

Everyone knows what I'm talking about: that sock that vanishes somewhere. It was in the load that went into the washer but where did it go after that? On vacation? Did it dissolve? Went down the drain? What is going on with this business, anyway.

Another unanswerable question is: how is it possible to have three pairs of jeans, all by the same maker, same size and purchased at the same time and yet 2 pairs are too small and the other is too big? I don't get that at all.

For the record: how do some people manage to keep tags in their clothing? Doesn't it drive them nuts, itching? Every last one of my shirts has no tag of any kind. First thing I do, even before laundering them, is take those blasted things out. They itch.

Animal issues: why are miniature Schnauzers such annoying, little yappy beasts? Don't they know the difference between a threat and just someone walking past the house? Even after that fearsome intruder is long gone, they still keep yapping. Yip Yip Yip Yip Yap Yip Drives me crazy.

More animal issues: between 2 cats and 1 dog, we sweep up enough hair to make another complete cat. We do this every day. How can they lose that much fur and still have any left? You'd think, from the sheer quantity left on the floors, that they would be totally bald.


Political idiocy: why in the world does that old friend keep sending me those annoying and foolish pro-republicrat "funnies?"* Mike, old boy, they make you look like an idiot and that's too bad. You aren't an idiot. You're a CPA, for heaven's sake. Aren't CPSs supposed to be logic and able to think their way through something? It's gotten to the point that I'm amazed when I receive anything from you that isn't blatantly jingoistic. You're worse than Pat and that's pretty bad. At least she quit when I asked her to.



* I think this deserves a separate blog, just so everyone will know exactly what kind of stuff I'm talking about.