Let's talk about sox, baby...

Okay, I admit it. I'm a chronic loser. A sock loser that is. I can't really explain it, but it seems that whenever I hit the final stage of matching up our socks into pairs to put them away, one is missing. This has pretty much always been true and in all honesty it's never really bothered me. I mean, the missing sock will turn up somewhere sometime right?

My lovely wife on the other hand is not a big fan of my missing sock habit. It is simply illogical and therefore incomprehensible I guess.

But now I have an even bigger problem. You see, Danny has milk in a bottle several times a day and as I was just washing up the nipples, tops and bottles, I ended up with 7 nipples, 8 tops and, gulp, 6 bottles. I'm afraid my problem is no longer a pairs problem. Apparently my lack of logic has exponetially increased.

Well, gotta go now. It appears there are some baby bottle parts to find. Maybe they are hiding somewhere with this week's elusive white sock. -M