We have this recurring mystery at my house, the mystery of the missing socks. I would love to hire the Scooby-Doo Detective Agency because I suspect Mr. Jenkins has been dressing up as the Creeper and stealing my sock but I cannot prove it yet.
So, while I am waiting for Scooby to show up, I went and did a bit of detective work myself and ventured into my kids rooms. My sons room was not too messy except for the socks laying all over the place. My daughters room was a different story. After digging through all of the socks she has mixed in with all the other stuff on her floor I found it hard to take good notes. I resolved to gather all the socks into one spot on the stairs so I could gather all my thoughts together. It was a very stinky job. I was wondering where Mike Rowe was and if I should have called him first. At least the job would have some witty comentary to go with the stinky messyness of it all. If Scooby were doing this he would have found a big sandwich and a scary monster by now. I was not making nearly as much progress but I kept working.
After I got all the socks I could find I felt that I could start collecting the rest of my thoughts and figure out this mystery without Thelma's super powered brain. Way back in the back of my head there was a thought buzzing around saying I should look at the stairs. I crushed it with the memory of all the yuckyness of the last little while and continued to collect my other thoughts.
The buzzing thought continued to come to the surface of my conciousness though and so I had to do something about it or I would not get any of my work done. So I went to look at the stairs and there they all were. The mystery was solved for now. Thanks brain! You get all the credit. And Scooby, if you are reading this, you should still come over. I have a couple of giant sandwiches and I think that Mr. Jenkins is up to no good!
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