I don’t judge a person based on their ability to match socks. Or do I?

Seriously.  I found two of G.D.’s socks.  I keep all the odd socks in the workhouse for unmatched socks.  I go through every once in a while and often find matches for newly separated socks. “Close enough for jazz” as they say…

So when I saw G.D. had two on top her dresser I said, “I think I saw their partners…”

You see she has been semi bedridden for the last few weeks.  The laundry was piling up so I rifled through her basket and did the essentials, underware and pjs and socks. 

When I delivered the odds to her just now I said, “you can go through that box I have whenever you find you have one missing.”  (I have these moments when, in my disorganized-organization, I feel proud of my coping methods. PROUD. This was one of them.)

“Oh I know, but I never had an odd sock before.  I don’t know how this could have happened to me.  I NEVER lose a sock because I am CAREFUL!”  said she.

So I answered, “It’s alright you know, it happens, I don’t judge a person based on their ability to match socks.” and then I remembered:
 

I DID HER LAUNDRY FOR HER! THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENED.  IT’S TRUE.  SHE DOES HAVE POWER OVER SOCKS!
 

Chest fallen I have writen this.  Question: Do I admit to her that I was at fault?

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