Okay, here’s the thing. I hate wearing socks. I mean, I HATE wearing socks. They’re all clingy and they make your toes do weird things. I love MAKING socks, but hate wearing them. So.
Upon donning a pair of socks last evening in preparation for band (which is at the school, which insists on socks), I donned socks. Not a pair, but one on each foot.
Then, when making my way to the loo, I discovered that Socks are to me what shoes are to Agador Spartacus (played by Hank Azaria in The Birdcage) Loose your mind. Let the imagery flourish. I was prone.
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.