The Mystery of the Black Socks

We've had a funny phenomenon going on around here. There are only a couple of months here where the weather is cold enough that I need to wear socks and even then, there are days here and there when flip flops will do. Well lately while folding clothes, I've noticed that I keep folding some of my black dress socks. At first I thought they had been at the bottom of the basket and I had somehow missed them for a long time, then a few days later, it happened again. I dismissed it again and thought the kids probably threw them in the laundry hamper, because I know I haven't worn them for about 6 months. When it happened about the 4th time, I started to think it was really odd and that I might be going crazy. Then while we were getting ready for family prayer the other morning, Joseph started putting on his socks, but they weren't his socks...they were MINE! We had a good laugh about how I thought I was going crazy. He said that when he can't find black socks, he just raids my drawer. Mystery solved! They did look a little funny! I guess it's time to go shopping for more socks!