In the laundry bag. Who would have guessed?
We are giddily celebrating here at Yet Another Media Empire headquarters because today I got all my chores done. Not chores forever, of course. Just chores for today and as far back as we can remember. When was the last time you saw that, Bunky?
And all those socks. Right there. I used to have a pair of red socks and I never wore them, almost, but just left them in the drawer where they played the same role as that red line before the E on your car's gas gauge. If I found myself wearing the red socks it meant there were no more left and I'd better get to the laundry some time soon. But somehow the red socks got worn out (I must have worn them more often than I thought) and now there's no warning—if I'm not careful I'll just be walking along and all of a sudden I'm flat out. Of socks. Which came within one single pair of happening this weekend. But now, look. All those socks.
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