You know how you always end up with that bag of unmatched socks? I'm not sure how it happens but it always does. One of the enduring mysteries of life.
Anyways, we are still moving, a truck load at a time. Tonight I discovered socks. Lots of 'em.
Cara? Remember those socks you couldn't find the mates to? And you were really aggravated about the fact? I sure as heck hope you did not throw them away, because I found a mess of your socks too.
Can't shed an light on the enduring mystery, however. Those socks aren't telling me where they went. :)