#sock theft

[whoipretended2b]

Where the fuck did my socks go?

Back to school and I bought new socks for myself and my kid.

8 pairs for me. 8 for her.

I do them all in a single load. I am missing two socks she is missing two.

No, I did not accidentally match the wrong socks together.

Yes, I pulled everything out of the washer and dryer.

WHERE ARE MY SOCKS?

They are brand new. 😭

Hoping they are lost in a shirt or something.

[exuberantocean]

@flintism and @tallsinspace when I say I wrote a “BJ steals Hawkeye’s socks at the end of GFA but I never got very far in writing it, this is what I mean.  This is all I wrote in it’s entirety:

“Two socks?”  

Hawkeye blearily eyed the clothes on his bed for a moment.  Nearly 36 hours of travel, god knows how many time zones, then a welcome home party...it was all catching up to him awfully quick.  But he was pretty sure he could still count.  “Where did all my socks go?”

He was sure he packed all his socks, seven pairs in wildly varying condition, before they took down the swamp.  Seven socks in the swamp, seven socks into the army issue duffle bag, there should be seven socks now on his bed here in Crabapple Cove.  But there were only two.

“Is there anything wrong?” Hawkeye could hear his dad pushing the door open with a little creak as he asked.

“I didn’t just lose my marbles in Korea, I’ve lost my socks too!”

Hawkeye turned to see his dad frown, likely more because of his continued flippant references to his mental health than the socks.  

“You still have all the socks you had from before the war,” as if to prove the point his dad opened one of the dresser drawers.

“That’s not the point.  I packed seven socks. There should be seven socks.”  Hawkeye picked up the remaining two socks.  They were clearly the worst of the lot, darned so many times they weren’t really worth a darn more.