The socks have multiplied. They ain’t like the Phantom Socks ‘cuz Darya and I are VERY aware of their owner and the like, but now there’s two pairs, four in total, instead of the single pair that was there before.
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Darya sprayed some perfume in the other room, around the Clothes Hill that is still there from last week.
Boys are dumb.
The phantom socks had been on the floor for over a week when Eric came into my room, holding them by the very very tip of the top of the socks - like, pinching with as little skin touching the socks as possible. He goes, “Um, are these your socks?” Like he was frustrated that I had left them out so long. And I burst out laughing and said, “No, actually I’m pretty sure they’re YOURS. The first day i noticed them was when you came into the living room in the morning and put on the shoes that were under the coffee table, but left the socks that were sitting next to them. Those are those socks.” And he was like “…oh…really? oops.” And walked out my door.
Sigh.
Seriously, Al? Sheesh… :p Amusing that he appeared to think that the socks had cooties. Even if they did, they were his cooties!
Ugh to Clothes Mounds that need scent-masking.
Would you like some incense or something shipped in, Jessi..?
Perhaps he’s segregating his socks out of the general Clothes Mound..? (*Note: Clothes Mounds are like Earth Mounds, only smellier and rather less awe-inspiring.)