A Daley Dose: Missing Socks and Haircuts

"It seemed to me that a careful examination of the room and the lawn might possibly reveal some traces of this mysterious [incident]*. You know my methods, Watson. There was not one of them which I did not apply to the inquiry. And it ended by my discovering traces, but very different ones from those which I had expected." - The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

I wish I could hire Mr. Holmes to come and find all of my socks. I start out with six or so pairs then eventually end up with six or so one-sock-in-the-laundry-basket's. Has myth buster's tried to bust this myth yet of where socks go?! For pete's sake.

Which poses a unique question... Who is this Pete and why is everything for his sake? Why couldn't something be for Helen's sake, or Susan's or Jim's? Does anyone know who this Pete guy is? I would love to figure out where all these sayings come from. For Pete's sake, Holy Moly, Holy Cow, for heaven's sake, good grief, for reals, toot my own horn, etc., etc.

But I digress. This morning, I awoke yet again with not two, but one sock on. I looked all around my bed, in the blankets, underneath and even in between the mattress and box spring and sadly, the sock is still missing. Some days I want to yank out my hair because I'm sick of buying more socks or wearing un-matching ones. But then I decide to get a hair cut instead. What do you think of it?