Maybe I didn’t love them enough. Maybe they had harsh experiences in the dryer. I don’t know, but my socks are criminals. All of them.
The red ones, they like to murder my laundry. Every time I think it’s safe to finally put in a load of whites, there they are just waiting for me to turn my back and quietly sneak into the washing machine while I’m not looking. I stopped buying red socks years ago and threw them all out. But sure enough they came back. Each and every one of them to brutally murder my poor white shirts. There’s a pile of pink carcasses in my room. They were so young!
The black ones, they’re the escape convicts. They magically disappear every time I do my laundry. Six will go in, only five will come out. At first I thought the poor guy got lost. But after more disappearances I was sure they were making a break for it. What could they be running from? Were they not happy with me? Do my feet……..smell?
Whatever it is, I’m certain all my missing socks have made their own little civilization somewhere. Probably with other socks, maybe yours. They probably tell each other stories of their past. I just hope they’re happy.
Miss Four Eyes 
LOL I have a bundle of odd socks. ONE always disappears. Where the heck does it GO. 2 go in the washer, 1 will come out. I think the washers the Criminal..LOL Have a wonderful day, big hugs xx0xx
Mollie and Alfie
Oh no! Do you think the washer is behind all this? Maybe they’re ALL partners in crime!
Big hugs, Stella 🙂
Coincidentally, all my criminals are socks.
Now that is fantastic
LOL!!!
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Condolences on your pink ones, & your black ones are probably on a cruise ship with mine.
Haha! Yup, probably sipping mojitos made of fabric softner
There’s this thing that comes on late night infomercials (not that I watch them that often. I’m sure everyone owns a schticky these days don’t they?)…anyway this thing has zippered pockets to put a pair of socks in. You wash the socks and dry the socks in the zippered pockets and take them out to wear them. It’s like jail for socks. No more escape.
Late night infomercials are mesmerizing. I’m just sleepy enough to think that the products are brilliance, and awake enough to want to keep watching.
Sock jail sounds perfect! I need one.
I have the same issues with black socks……but I really think my son as hidden them, so he didnt have to match them! 🙂
Haha! Smart kid 🙂
And that’s why I leave the washing to my boyfriend! Then at least I will have someone to blame!
Hahaha! That is a beyond brilliant idea, I love it!
Never mess with the system of blaming someone else?
Never!
We stopped buying a variety of socks. I have my white ones, dozens of packs of the same brand, and my husband has his black ones, again, dozens of packs of the same brand. That way they are easy to match and don’t matter if one or two gets eaten by the dryer beast.
I ended up doing that too. It’s great that I don’t exactly have an unmatched pair, but you just know , in the back of your mind you know they’re running away!
I abuse my socks by going hiking and coming back with them all muddy and grass-stained. They never quite recover. We don’t have a dryer though, so maybe there is no where for them to run to.
Maybe they’re too exhausted?
Love, love, love your cartoon! Your talent never ceases to amaze me! As for socks, don’t you live in India naked mostly? You really don’t need socks.
Thanks, Kate 😀
My toes get cold sometimes
Socks really hate me. They never fit right on purpose and squish my toes constantly.
Ugh, damn those socks. Murderers and toe squishers!
No wonder so many of them are lost. They have a lot of guilt for being so cruel.
My socks disappear too. Think mine are hiding out with yours? Hmmmm?
They’re probably all in a secret Missing Sock Corp. plotting escape plans for more socks!
I wear only white socks. Even after Labor Day.
I am a guy.
What do you expect?
*gasp* even after Labor Day?!
😉
You’re adorable as all get-out.
😀
When I find a kind of sock I like I get a bunch of pairs, so that as they flee I can just keep re-pairing them. It’s like a cult marriage or totalitarian state. “You’re husband is gone. Here is your new husband.”
Me, too!
Haha! Go ahead and run now, little socks, see if we care
I think they have a hide out somewhere in the vent hose. Where else could they be going? And really, why do they keep fleeing? I wash my feet. I trim my nails. It’s not THAT bad, right? Right??
I don’t know, SS. Maybe….it’s possible…perhaps our feet are kinda gross?
I refuse to believe that!
I may be thinking about sock lovin’, but I think the black-and-greys ought to pair up.
They would make such a cute couple 🙂
Sock stories by campfire–great image! I think the mystery of disappearing socks will long go unanswered…
You ever think one will come back? “I made it back! There’s a whole other world out there…”
Oh, now you’re just getting your hopes up…
I was just thinking this morning how I’m going to throw my big pile of socks away! I’m going to do it. You inspired me. They’ll be happier somewhere else anyway and can pair up however they like!
Hahahaha! That’s Free Love (sock style). That is as it should be: if you can’t be with the one you love, live the one you’re with.
*love…. stupid predictive text. Puts words into my mouth.
I like this sock style free love, there shouldn’t be any other way
Maybe they’ll find their soul (sole?) mates!
Sitting around a campfire making smores? That looks pretty good to me. Can I run away with the socks too?
Sure! And you can finally solve the mystery of where exactly they go 🙂
Mission accepted! My next quest will be in search of the marshmallow roasting socks’ hiding places.
Fantastic!
My brother told me that the machines actually are eating the socks. Try posting a Most Wanted poster.
The machines huh? Maybe it’s all part of a big conspiracy!
lol, ive had many a pink tshirt, damn them red socks
Yup. There’s one that I just wear pink. I thought, why not? Nobody has to know the truth.
Matching socks is over rated. Don’t do it. Life is more fun that way. I love your graphics.
I tried that once. Who cares, I told myself, I’m going to wear different socks! I spent the whole day worried that someone might make me take my shoes off. :S
I don’t wear socks, even in Canadian winters. Just because they always disappear! So I just gave up wearing them. 🙂
No socks in Canadian winters? You, Jackie, are my hero. 🙂
You need to pray to the patron god of footwear, partner!
I do, I really do
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Those socks sitting around the campfire roasting marshmallows is cutest, most gosh-darn adorable thing I’ve ever seen lol >.<
Oh man, the idea of them sharing stories is so funny, God, the things they'd say about me; "He wore me for 12 days *sobs* 12 DAYS GODDAMNIT!!"
*Big nudie, um, socky hugs*…?!
Rohan.
Hahaa! 12 days? The poor things!
*big nudie socky hugs* (why not right?) 😀
Love it 😉
So glad you do 🙂
MISSFOUREYES,
I’m glad they have marshmallows to eat. Did you know that brooks has a sock in almost that exact colour scheme right now (black and pink).
-Soul Walker
No way, those are my socks, the exact color 😀
Then your socks may be made in Asia by an American running company. I think that makes them international criminals.
Haha!
hai.. i’m your lost socks, the black ones, nice to meet you here.. 😛 hahaa
You’re back! I’ve been looking all over for you!
Hehe 😀
LMAO I love this.
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Love this 😉 Maybe the socks aren’t trying to escape from you, but escape from their other half… Maybe, just maybe, you are providing them with the perfect alibi of the washing machine, to make their bid for freedom… I have many lonesome socks, who have been jilted on the altar of my washing machine, So I did what anyone else would do and set up a dating basket for all my odd socks, pairing them indiscriminately with others and if that fails, they get impregnated with a tennis ball and given to one of my dogs…
Hahahaa! I like you already 🙂
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Oh, the horrors! The flashbacks of missing socks and colours gone awry. There should be some crafty thing we can do to make use of all those odd, unusable socks. I like to walk around with them on my hands and dust with them. Then I feel it is OK to finally throw them away.
I tried making a sock pupet once, but it stared at me funny. Socks for dusting, now I like that idea!
The Hook convinced me to find out why your socks are criminal and I can only say my socks are a nightmare! 7 children who never can match a pair… it’s utter chaos, but now I sit back and say, at least they are all white socks! LOL
Haha! Easy to mix and match when they’re all the same color, nobody has to know, right?
hmmm…. white crew sock + white ankle sock still a bit nutty! But I’m so weird I can tell which two socks I wore together and put them back to their original pairing. My kids on the other hand… well, they just put on any two socks they can find. Drives me INSANE.