"Honey, I found the missing sock..."

How in the world do I lose socks? There are only two of us in this house and the house is not large. Yet, every now and then, I lose a sock or two. Somehow, somewhere in the midst of sorting clothes and washing and drying them, a lone sock disappears.
One of Alan's gray socks has been missing for 3 days. I have searched high and low, in the laundry basket, beside the washer, under the bed... anywhere the gray sock might be hiding.
This evening, as I sat in my desk chair upstairs while looking at emails, etc., Alan shouted from downstairs, "Honey, I found the missing sock!".
"Really? Wonderful. Where was it? Where did you find that sock?"
He replied confidently with a voice sounding like he had found a missing treasure. "When I straightened the blanket on the bed, the sock fell on the floor." He was so proud of himself for finding the missing item.
All was great until I realized the sock he found was the one that is not missing. The sock he found was the other one waiting for it's mate. I had placed the sock on the bed in hopes of finding the missing one today.
Oh, well... the search continues for the missing gray sock. I guess we'll find it one day. Probably when we least expect, the sock will fall out of a sweater sleeve or pants leg or who knows, might be found in a completely unique place.
Good thing Alan has other pairs of socks. :-)
Have you ever lost a sock or two?
Have a blessed weekend and be sure to giggle,
Mimi