Karmic Retribution?

I think my socks are getting back at me for all of the whining and complaining I've been doing. They're slowly dropping off, one at a time. Now, I wouldn't care if this happened to some of my husband's 10,000 socks, but I don't want it to happen to mine. Everyday, I pull out a pair, only to find a huge hole in one or both heels. I've tried wearing them anyway, but the holes end up being too distracting and I have to take them off. Before anyone asks, yes I have considered darning them. I'm too lazy to do it. I have some socks that I've owned for about 13-15 years. (I get attached to very strange things.) They're what I've always called my "winter socks". They're heavy and thick and work just as well as slippers. It's always been a comfort to me knowing that they're in my drawer just waiting for me to take them out should the need arise. Lately, there has been a lot of need for them. This is the first winter in memory that I've actually been cold enough to want to wear socks. All the time. Plus, like I said, they're a comfort to me. All of my old tried and true things are what is keeping me calm. (I have no better way to explain it than that.) Now, they're not there for me. They're abandoning me. Are they punishing me for all the bad-mouthing I've been doing? I'm sorry socks. I promise I shall never speak ill of you again. I'll even get all of you folded. Well, maybe tomorrow.