So laundry is one of my least favorite tasks. To keep myself from crying with boredom, I make up stories in my head. It's like when I exercise I do math - I can't help being weird, I just go with it.
Anyhow. We have a basket that lives in the laundry room. The children named it the singles club for socks.
We added new members today, and we made a few happy matches. It was a good day for the singles club. For socks.