I did a casual sweep of 2000+/- * square feet of kidspace, aka basement, tonite. And I collected no less than 21 socks. What really surprised me is that in the pile of sockage, I made 9 perfect matches. Sure, some of the socks belong to me, however, they have been hijacked and worn by a foot of similar sasquatchian proportions.
* information deemed reliable but not guaranteed. Reader to verify all.
In other embarassing housekeeping news, I just realized that I forgot to clean off the mosquito that I slammed into my bedroom wall a few days ago. It just so happens that my mother gave her good friend a complete tour of my home since the mosquitoe's passing. That's me, keepin' it real.