The Missing Sock

 THE DAMN SOCK

So, I decided to do some laundry tonight so I would have some clothes to get through the next couple of days.  I load the washer per instructions:  soap first, put in clothes loosely (I had 3 days worth of clothes), close lid, deposit your $1.50, choose temp/cycle and hit the start button.  I come back 20 minutes later to make the change to the dryer.  Once again I follow the directions:  clean lint trap, insert clothes, shut door, insert $1.50, choose temp/cycle, hit the start button and come back in 45 minutes.  I get the very few clothes, take them to my room to fold and guess what, I'm missing a damn sock.  So I head out the door, retrace my steps, check the washer and dryer and what do I find?  Not a damn thing.  And that is my story of the damn sock.

Above are the pictures that the "no coffee lady" took Tuesday morning.  I guess she did know what she was doing.

HOME FRONT UPDATE:  Christian was supposed to talk to me on the phone and let me know about his Halloween costume.  Here is a transcript of the conversation:  ME: Christian, what are you going to be for Halloween?  CHRISTIAN:  A Superhero!!!  Gotta go!!!  (I guess he's too busy to talk to his Daddy tonight)

Nothing else exciting happened today including the class I intended.  I had to spend 8 hours listening to someone tell me how to use RMS, which is like listening to someone spend 8 hours telling me how to use Facebook. 

I'm outta here!