We Found Your Socks

One pair of men's black dress socks -- the "Gold Toe" variety -- were found in our guest room. I believe these socks were left behind by my eldest brother when he (and his wife) visited us in early October.

I would have noticed sooner, but we haven't examined the laundry very thoroughly since they were here. This is part of a complicated laundry-sorting system we've adopted in the last year:

We dump all the clean laundry on the bed in the guest room and pull out most of the pants and shirts, leaving the socks and unmentionables on the bed to be sifted as needed. Because we never completely clear the bed of all socks, a stray pair can lurk there undetected for a long time. Today the bed was cleared and the socks were rooted out as part of "preparing the baby room."

This preparation has been hurried along by the impending visit of R's mother and sister, who will be arriving on Thursday next. We cleared the cradle out of the room and stowed all the gifted baby clothes in the recently-gifted dresser that we got from Mr. Rooney. We were going to convert the room to a nursery right away, but we realized that we'll probably see some more visitors shortly after the birth, so there's no sense getting rid of the guest bed just yet.

We left the bed in there, but the socks had to go. They can be claimed weekdays after 5pm.