Socks.
Socks, socks, socks.
Oh, socks, warmers of
My toes! How I love your fluff
And cotton softness.
(I know. It’s been too long since we had any quality haiku around here. You’re welcome for bringing it back.)
If I could, I’d wear fat cottony socks all the time. With boots, under a skirt? Check. To bed? Check. Even if it looks weird and Kid 2 feels it requisite to remind me how dreadfully uncool I look? Check and check.
I love socks, and I am so glad to live in a time when they exist in plenty. Ahhh.
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I am grateful for your gratitude posts and you made me want to do some tap dancing myself. It’s amazing all the things you can learn on you tube. And I am grateful for your beautiful family, they are always so welcoming.
I love socks too! Ski socks are my favorite. If they weren’t $12 a pair, that’s all I’d wear.
My husband’s thankful for socks too. Socks on me, that is. I have very cold toes.
But Kid 2 wears the funkiest stripy-patchy 5-toed-each socks ever. What’s up with her sartorial expertise?
Dad – I know. She’s so far into the cool that she can get away with things that we, the less cool, can simply not do. I cannot explain or quantify. Fourteen was just too long ago.