Tuesday Edition
I love my missing sock. I've had it for three years, and it's still in the same place, patiently waiting for its mate to come back.
I've been accused of being a hoarder for my extensive collection of single socks. My therapist says it's a coping mechanism for my anxiety.
I've been known to argue with the washing machine, trying to get my favorite socks to come out on top in the wash cycle.
My favorite food is pizza, but my favorite pastime is folding socks.