“I know where all the missing socks go.” My wife whispered in my ear like she was telling me the universes biggest secret.

“Where? Where do all the missing socks go?” I replied in a halfway sarcastic manner while she looked at me with excitement but hesitation, afraid I would be mad.

“Okay I’ll tell you but you promise you can’t be mad. Everytime i find one of your socks on the ground a throw ...