Jesse asked me to find her a pair of white socks this morning. I told her to go look in the laundry basket, which has 3 loads of unfolded, but clean, clothing stuffed in it. She looked at me and shrugged helplessly, so I went to stare at it myself.  

Aha. Whites at the bottom. I thanked my lucky stars that Jesse hadn’t done the digging, which would have sent laundry flying like flour in the wind. 

I dug down and hunted, finding one little white sock at a time. I kid you not, these are the socks I pulled.   Seven socks and not a single match! This day isn’t starting out on a good sock.