Flip-up headlights, like those on the Mazda Miata and Porsche 911, are cool. Ask Dianne, she lost $5 because of them.
Hi gang –
Yes, that’s right. Two weeks in a row. That’s right. Two weeks… I am here, in DC.
I don’t really want to talk about headlights, though.
I want to talk about socks. Moreover, I want to talk about the mystery of socks and the laundry room. We all know that socks have a way of disappearing when you do wash. Comedians joke about… most notably Woody Allen. But recently, I have been giving this some thought and it disturbs me.
I live alone. There are no other batches of laundry to loose my socks in, and yet, some how, I have singleton socks. How can this happen? Possibilities include:
* They simply disappear. Some how socks teleport into a better place… possibly the great lint ball in the sky. This is more of an X-Files type scenario.
* Someone is getting into my house and stealing single socks. Well, this is plausible, not probable. Who could it be? People with keys to my place… My neighbors, Viv, Josh, or Todd. Hmmm….. Viv, are Hugo and Caroline playing with my socks are they? This is why you shouldn’t distribute a bunch of your keys… people steal your socks.
* The socks haven’t vanished, but instead are in the next bag of laundry and some how got out of phase with their brethren. This is most likely what has happened… but the least fun answer.
Come play pin the tail on the President nobody wants at Toledo tomorrow.