Bound for freedom!
It is dark when the fugitive sneaks aboard a carrier bound for freedom. Our stowaway stays hidden, traveling far from home. All is inky blackness in the hiding place.
Bright lights beckon ahead. The long journey is over at last. The stowaway heads toward the light and freedom … oh no, discovery!
Working its way out of the leg of my sweatpants, the missing, black-knit sock drops at my feet on the treadmill.
Peg-o-Leg's Ramblings 
Whew – for a second there I thought you had a mouse or something crawling around in your sweatpants!
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The other day I had an itch on the inside of one knee. I kept thinking there was a spider on me. I actually locked my office door, stripped and shook the pants out. Twice. You’ll be happy to know there wasn’t anything there – must be a withdrawal symptom.
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You don’t by any chance have a stripper pole in your office, do you? I’m not even gonna ask what you’re withdrawing from!
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Yes, of course, but instead of the usual bump & grind music, I had the Sabre Dance playing as I frantically stripped, looking for mini livestock. I gave up soda and sweets for Lent, and have actually stuck with the no-soda vow.
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Better a sock than panties!
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Too true. You could carry those little satin-y numbers around on the back of your pant leg all day without knowing it!
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“Little satin-y numbers” ????? If those popped out of my pant leg, then hubby would be in deep trouble ’cause they would not be mine! However this does make me think. Would I rather he be a cross dresser, or having an affair? Definitely a cross dresser!
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I don’t see Pat getting into any other satin-y panties, either his or another woman’s. I was going to say that the big, cotton grannie drawers that I favor would be hard to miss, but that would be what the youngsters call TMI.
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Hey, that’s the one I can’t find. They’ve figured out teleportation. It’s not just static cling but the portal to other places and times.
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If socks have figured out teleportation, I would think they’d pick a more interesting place to go than riding around on other clothing.
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I was hoping it was a kitten. Darn!! 😉 My guy just found a hand towel missing for quite awhile in the corner of a fitted sheet. We sure are blessed if these are our greatest worries, but pretty sad if these are also our greates joys. HaHa
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It wouldn’t say much about my sensitivity if I couldn’t tell there was a kitten prancing around in my sweatpants!
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oops!! I am Irish, but I was ‘Russian’. I do know how to spell ‘greatest’, as demonstrated earlier in the sentence.
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That’s cute! Mind if I use it?
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Are you sure it isn’t mine?
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Could be. It’s an orphan. Does yours have a hole in the toe?
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Hole in the toe? I think that’s mine – how it got into your laundry, we’ll never know.
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I think it was taking part in a foreign exchange program. Do you have a gray (used to be white) ankle sock with shot elastic and a big, white splotch on the toe (bleach incident)? If so, do you want its mate?
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There always seems to be socks laying on the sidewalk in front of the post office in my town. It must be a portal of some type, or perhaps a sock vacation site.
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That’s….kind of disturbing.
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I am hoping the treadmill was in a gym, and not in your home. More embarrassing, sure, but funnier.
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Of course. I’m just thankful it wasn’t a pair of scanty panties, or a truss, or man-t-hose, or…
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That’s funny! I didn’t even notice the socks stuck with static cling to the clothes of the people in the poster. I was too busy thinking “Why is Angela from ‘Who’s the Boss’ (Judith Light) sneaking on that boat? And where are her shoes?”
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I didn’t notice that – you’re right! This low budget thriller must have been made before she changed her name.
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