I see them every were.
Seriously - every were.
The shorties take them off and just toss them.
Above they are next to an empty glass of lemonade on the bench by the back door.
And here is one in my driveway.
Doesn't it look so lost?
The day will come when I am so sad to not have little socks tossed all around.
So I think for now I will just laugh at the sock I found floating in the toilet.
(No picture on that one.)