In lieu of actual interesting things to report, I share a random anecdote of my otherwise gray day.
Every Christmas, I gleefully add to my collection of interesting socks. Patterns, fabrics, whatnot. The pair I pulled out of the drawer this morning is royal blue and silky-fuzzy. They are heaven to pull on. So with great delight, I have been padding around in them. (I should add these are the same socks that came with a third, for that spare foot I keep around. It was a rather funny moment as all 3 socks fell out of the wrapping that Christmas morning.)
But when I pulled on shoes to dispose of my pizza box (shut up, I put the half-a-pizza in a baggie) and other large trash, I discovered a less pleasant side of the Cookie monster socks. As I scurried back from the row of trash cans, I noticed my calves, then my ankles gettting chilly. My shoes were eating my socks! And these being Cookie monster socks, shouldn't it be the other way around?
on iTunes: "I Wish I Could Shimmy" - Madeleine Peyroux
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