God, I know how that feels.
This morning, I couldn't find a spoon that wasn't a teaspoon and declared war on the cutlery, the kitchen and my entire family. Turns out I had it in my hand all the time, while I was screaming the house down!
But socks are cursed. I think, you have to PIN them on the wall near your bed so that they don't get sucked into whatever weird 5th or 6th dimension that feeds on them.
Try that next time.

Socklessness is awful, isn't it?

I feel your pain. Very amusing story..er...essay...er...thing!

Believe it or not, I've always wondered where my own socks end up. There must be a black whole eating them...

I loved your little story.

Obviously I'm about a year late, but still, I felt like commenting.

Socks are the eternally bane of every human being currently in existence. If I was capable of the emotion I would pity you but I'm not so...

I personally think the government is stealing socks so they can take DNA samples of us all and begin experimenting on human cloning without permission. Maybe that's why everyone always mistakes me for someone else... Hmmm.

heh. i feel for you. my problem with socks is i can never find one that doesn't have holes in it. (or all of my socks end up under the bed. i've yet to understand that...)

losing your socks sucks... and the thing about one missing after you put them in the dyer is sooo frickin true it's not funny. _

Its odd how little things can set off little alarms in your head and make everything go "splat" per se. I wish you have luck with your socks... gotta love socks when they are findable and healthy.

hmm... not sure what to make of this... socks? it's always about the socks...

That is the reason I hate socks. That and the dryer always eats that one sock. Grr...

Heheh, this was great. The same thing has happened to us all, don't worry. By the way, you know how when you take your socks out of the drier there is always one missing? It is of my opinion that the government always steals that extra sock and uses their collections for fuel! (Okay, so that's not an original theory, but it makes sense). But since you lost three pairs...*shudders*...that's just terrible. Glad you found them eventually, though. Hehe.

socks. don't you hate them? we should do a sock campain, we should. we should have a sock burning just like they had bra burnings in the sixties!

It's always the little things in life that make ya annoyed, ain't it? Sure, the big things can get obnoxious after awhile, but I think you drive a good, humorous point home - that socks are the most irritating thing when we can't find any.

I looked because it sounded funny... and it strangely reminded me of my Saturday morning ventures into the demonic sockless world... especially in winter, when it is -7 degrees outside (I know it all too well...)...

And if I didn't hate NOT wearing socks, I'd say to damn them to the fiery pits in the deepest depths of that one fiery place... no, not hell... the other one... and now I'm the one rambling...

You silly panda...

Oooohhhh, what a wonderful story! This is so cool... I hope you found your socks... I have SO been through the same thing. Oh, man, do you rule...