Here it is – my super exciting Friday “Game Night!”  I like to call it Where the Hell is the Other Sock!!   Loads of fun for hours but as you can see I am losing.  33 successful matches and 19 singles.  Seriously how can there be another 19 socks just floating around the house.  We have a 1,700 sq .ft. home so we aren’t talking an abundance of space – you would think this could easily be solved with a quick walk through but I have not turned up any abandoned socks hiding around.  I personally have mild texture issues.  If I am correct in my theory, my kids have been wearing mismatched socks.  In my little world that is almost an impressive skill.  I would not be able to drive a car, walk or talk if my socks did not match.  The differences in weave, weight and density would consume my entire brain function.  What am I to do with 19 single socks at this point.  I have opened a delightful Twilight Summer Ale while I ponder my options.  Do I put them aside and wait for the next wash cycle in hopes to recover a whole new load of socks that need a partner?  Do I throw them out and start fresh? (less appealing due to budget deficits) Or should I just stuff them back in the drawer and let the kids live a haphazard life of mismatched socks?  I’m not sure if I can sleep tonight knowing there is an ongoing sock debacle.  I imagine this is too trivial to enlist the requests of St. Anthony, beloved Patron Saint of lost items.  It is better to save those pleas for a bigger crisis….and age has given me the wisdom to know there WILL be bigger crisis.  My competitive spirit would love to win but the averages are bleak.  I am forced to make peace with this loss.  Socks win!