One Little Red Sock

One little red sock. Seriousl! What is the matter with me? How could i miss something that has the sole purpose of standing out. You know what? I think I'm being punked.

Well that's the story i told my mom when she took my white shirts out of the wash. I was seriously considering taking apart that washing machine and searching every part of the barrel so i wouldnt miss any more surprises. At this point my mom wanted to "punish" me. She told me, "For nearly destroying our machine, you are going to wear those pink shirts every day until we get new school clothes next fall." I swear i had the look of complete terror.

What my mom doesn't know, I'm missing one little red sock.


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