I really love posting my relationship issues here, I'm really suprised by the decent level of advice I have gotten.
The question is who owns the socks.
After a recent out of town ski trip I took pity on my wife and loaned her my only pair of possum down socks to wear around the motel room.
Fast forward to my fruitless search for this pair of socks in the den of equipment, The Heap, only to discover they are hers, now and forever.
Like the large primate I closely resemble I grunted towards my socks prepared to wrestle them away. She circled her wagons and issued procalmation #337 informing me that I must be mistaken I "gave" them to her.
I backed off knowing the extent of her visciousness and revenge. "I must be mistaken" is of course the ol' "you must be crazy ploy" but I do know when to give up and log over to the gear shop and order another pair.
If any of you own a possum down sweater be warned.... .