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Now that my daughters are large, I have no socks.

When Sarcasm Girl wants to borrow a piece of my clothing she asks. Except about socks. Avocado is still too narrow and petite to borrow much from me. Except socks. They both should have socks enough--God knows I buy them for them. But I frequently catch one of them stalking out of my room with a pair of my socks furtively held down at her side, as if I wouldn't see. Avocado in particular tends to shed socks all over the house; I find them hidden behind chairs, under her father's desk, like mushrooms under her bed. Mostly unmatched, of course.

Which is why I have no socks. Because they keep "borrowing" them.

Tonight the Spouse found a pair of socks inside the piano. Not under, not behind. Inside. I'm trying to figure out who to kill. All I know is, it's a female, and it isn't the dog.