Laundry day!

My hubby wears dress slacks and button-downs to work. They are easy to launder: permanent press on cold with a liquid detergent (I save the shitty powder detergent for towels.) The problem is the dress socks. Brown, black and navy, and I can't tell the difference between any of them. They are all the same style, with the golden toe. Yesterday morning, the folowing exchange was had:

Him: Please help me find some dress socks. (He is so cute when he has that desperate look on his face.)

Me: (I march to our laundry rack, which is where we keep the clothes that can't go into the dryer, and produce a hanger covered in freshly-washed socks.) Um, these will work.

Him: Those are black.

Me: No, they are clearly brown.

Him: They look black to me.

We went into the bedroom and held them under a lamp, comparing them to a lone brown sock that had no match to be found.

Me: They could go either way. Today they are going to be brown. Put them on. Who looks at your feet anyway? You are always in your cubicle.

Logic wins everytime.