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That's strange. When I pair up my socks, I fold them together, however when I just opened my drawer to get a pair there is only single socks. No pairs. At first I asked Sirius if this was an attempt at a prank, but his are the same way. I highly doubt anyone broke into our house last night to steal socks, but this is quite strange. Almost too strange to be an OC thing, but somehow I don't doubt it.

I love the looks I get when I participate in a Fourth celebration at the gym. The British girl with red white and blue on, we had a little party at the gym and did some things for local veterans, but the looks - you'd think by now that the idea of someone not from here celebrating the Fourth wouldn't be so weird.

I understand the history between our countries but that was hundreds of years ago. Pretty sure we're on decent terms now. I guess the accent throws people.

Still, was funny.

I'm the most anal retentive person I know when it comes to laundry. I don't even let my poor socks go into the washing machine by themselves. I always keep them in their pairs, using a couple of handy compartmentalized mesh bags.

'Cause you know. The dryer claims a sock or two otherwise. It's a sacrificial thing.

Today, I'm pulling my mesh bags out of the dryer and every damn compartment only has one sock in it. Clarice? Scott? Are you guys pranking me? It's not fucking funny.

There is a sock thief.

I am not amused.

Okay, crazy people. What's going on with the socks? Do you have any idea how many pairs of socks are in this house? Pema is going to drive herself insane trying to find them all. She's convinced that one of the kids hid them all somewhere.

Oh no. I just dreamed about how Ned is only allowed to keep something alive for a minute or else something else dies in its place. That means that someone died so I could be alive. :(

This is an awful feeling.

Not even sock tomfoolery can perk me up right now.