The last time I folded clothes, I was left with three socks with no mates. I thought I had conquered this problem when I stopped washing socks with my sheets especially the bottom fitted sheet because socks love to hide there.
Today, I pulled out a pair of socks (I always tuck one inside the other) and wallaaah there was one black sock snuggled inside of a white sox. Well, that explains two missing pair of sox.
Do you suppose that I had my eyes closed when I picked up a white sox and then a black sox and made them a cozy pair? It's beyond me, am I becoming the absent minded fold-up queen or just plain dotty.
A little something to remind me that spring is around the corner are these delightful lovey dovey finches, flowers under the snow, spring storms which bring on massive migraines. Tomorrow I get to experience a new test with bubbles that connects my heart to my head. Maybe after six years I can finally get a cause for my diagnosis.