Yup, socks. Arguments about socks. “Honey, did you take my socks?”. “Honey, where are my socks?”. “Have you seen my socks?”. Socks. The most absurd thing about this, is that my husband has a crazy amount of socks. It’d be easier to get a clean pair of socks out of the drawer, then asking me the whereabouts of a specific pair. If I find socks tossed on the floor, that are not in a neat little ball, I am going to assume they are dirty.