Why do all my socks and unmentionables (panties!) gravitate to the corners of a fitted sheet in the dryer?
I fold laundry, thinking the sock monster has struck again, aided and abetted by a panty raider, then I shake out the king sized sheet and pelt all corners of the room with the missing items, wadded up and slightly damp.
Yes, it's late. No, I haven't been drinking. These are the things I think up and find too irresistible not to share. I can't help myself!