So, we're sitting on the couch watching the cheesy, yet addicting, NBC show Surface and folding the mountain of laundry that we've let pile up. After a while we get to the bottom of the baskets and realize we've come upon one life's toughest and mind boggling questions...Where in the heck is my other sock?!! I mean really, this is what scientists should be studying. Forget lost civilizations and a cure for cancer...where do the socks go? It never fails. Everytime we do laundry there are at least 2 socks that come back with no mate. So, we set those two poor socks to the side thinking that maybe the next time a load comes out of the dryer their better halves will magically appear. Instead, we get a pile of rags and crushed dreams. I seriously think that if you took apart our washer and dryer, you would find about 20 or 30 crumpled up socks just waiting to be found. That's got to be some sort of fire hazzard.