Settle down now. I'd like to call for a moment of silence for all of
my daughter's teeny tiny little socks, paid for with my precious funds
and STOLEN by the gnomes that live in my dryer.
And while you're
snickering, I am all too glad to tell you that somewhere, out there,
there is someone who has thought to treat this tragic loss with proper
reverance.
Also known as the loon who thought up Lost Sock Memorial Day.
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