After weeks of using the same old ironing board cover, I decided it was time to upgrade. I mean, who needs a boring, plain white board when you can have a neon pink one with cartoon characters all over it? My new board is an eyesore, but at least it's an interesting conversation starter.
It's not just me, it's not just my aunt, it's not just my friend's cousin's wife. There's a conspiracy going on here, folks. Socks go missing, only to reappear in the most unlikely of places. I'm talking about the missing sock phenomenon. I've lost count of how many pairs have vanished into thin air, never to be seen again. I've even started to suspect the laundry basket itself. It's a plot to drive me mad, I'm sure.
I've taken up the challenge, armed with nothing but determination and an arsenal of missing socks. I've scoured the house, rummaged through the trash, and even questioned the laundry detergent. But to no avail. It's a mystery that will remain unsolved.
But don't worry, the search continues. I'll get to the bottom of this, even if it means burning down the house to find the last sock.
Read Chapter 5: The Sock Puppet Uprising to see if I ever find the missing sock of doom.