Rambo Sock

I know. I know. I’ve discussed my issues with laundry before.

But, it’s gotten really bad around here lately.

Apparently, a renegade sock mated with a GI Joe and we have had a bit of a Rambo-esque situation.

I first noticed the manly, beefy sock doing sit ups during my sort and fold.

He ran laps around the others, marching about tangled hosiery and ordering everyone to drop and give him ten.

Well, this energy was a bit over the top for me, so I gave him a good kick under the bed.

Out of sight, out of mind is my motto.

But, who woulda guessed? The bugger did the army crawl out from under the bed, dragging a lost pair of lacy panties behind him.

And, judging from the look on his face, I knew he had been up to something more than a simple search and rescue.

I figured what he needed was a good toss in the trash, but ….well, I guess I’m a bit of a softie.

He and the panties have taken up residence in my bottom drawer and, rumor has it, are expecting twins in the summer.

I figure, who am I to kill a good romance?

Now, If I can only get that unmated thigh high paired up, I'd be a happy camper.