How many times have you dug through a pile of clean clothes looking for a lost sock that’s nowhere to be found? It’s so upsetting to only have one half of a great pair of socks.
All The Single Socks has been a running joke between me and my husband for years. We normally do laundry on Sundays, usually after a little day drinking (sorry, Mom) and one day, we started singing “All the single socks, all the single socks” to the tune of Beyoncé’s “All The Single Ladies”. And it stuck.
It’s been so long, we don’t even remember who actually sang it first. But it’s pretty damn catchy! Even when we aren’t missing a sock, we still sing it when we’re putting away the laundry.
Moments like these (and Beyoncé, tbh) are what inspire me to write.