Yesterday was a busy day. Busy enough that I forgot to post the Tuesday’s sock post, but thankfully not so busy that I overlooked taking the picture altogether. Better late than never, right?

And I wasn’t going to disappoint it. I put on my yellow shirt this morning, because, by the Eight Gleaming Sky Turtles, it’s nearly the end of April and I’m about ready for a little perky Springtime action. Instead I got a day full of grumpy ash-colored clouds and the occasional shower.

Nevertheless, I felt a lot better about the whole thing because I had a brightly colored shirt and — as you can see — socks to match. The weather better turn soon, though. Not that many pairs of yellow dots in the drawer.

I was pretty pleased with today’s selection, because everybody gets the value of a good brunch on Sunday, right? And, obviously, the cornerstone of any brunch is eggs and bacon.

Of course, we enjoyed chips and salsa and sizzling fajitas at a cool Mexican joint after church today, but that’s neither here nor there. In retrospect, I suppose I should have gotten the juevos.

At any rate, none of that really matters, coz I got upstaged (bigly) on the sock front this weekend by George H. W. Bush, who made the entirety of the media-saavy U.S. collectively go “Awwwww”, by throwing a subtle tribute to his late wife and former First Lady Barbara with his socks.

You go, George. You go.

Today my oldest friend turned another year older, and while he is more than happy to claim that he only turned 36, you and I both know that he’s actually only a month younger than I am. Which is to say, not only is he my oldest friend, he’s literally my oldest friend.

He’ll likely give me no end of frowny red face for calling him out as being a decade older than he likes to claim, but then again, I’ve worn socks specifically for someone other than the Puddinette exactly one (1) times this year, and that was a pretty exceptional case. So happy birthday, dude, this pair of celebratory beer bottles is for you.*

*I will, of course, be pretending those aren’t green bottles, because we all know green means trash for beer. Luckily green bottles work perfectly well for socks.

Pretty cool, right? I’m going to be honest with you, though, I have absolutely zero idea how to describe them. Is that some kind of funky puzzle piece in a pattern? Or, uh, misshapen birds, maybe? I got no idea.

Knowing me, though, this is probably some well-known pattern with a weird name like “cougartooth” or “tunapelvis” or some somethung. I’m going to be laughing my socks off when someone comments below post and fills in the embarrassing but all too predictable gap in my ignorance.

In more exciting news, though, behold All. The. Tags!!

The Puddinette hit the mother lode of socks discounts this weekend and my sock drawer is about to burst from being jam-packed. And I’m not telling you what they look like!

Well, not yet, anyway. You’ll just have to keep checking to check the daily socks.

Had a chance to sit down and watch The Post tonight. I have to admit I’m a sucker for newspaper dramas; always have been. And I have to say, a movie pitting the government against the press was timely, to say the least. The media might have changed, but the conflict continues still.

Not that the Fourth Estate has much of anything to do with funky multi-colored, striped socks. Then again, for movie set in 1971, I was kind of surprised not to see any of the characters in a tie closely matching these. Which makes me wonder, maybe next year I should go for a year of crazy ties*?

*That’d seriously never happen. I hate ties. They look nice, sure, but why wear a pretty noose on purpose?

I happened upon a stripe of late evening sunbeam to include with today’s socks, and the weather around here has been so neurotic lately, I wasn’t about to let it get away.

As for the socks, these would actually make a great pair to wear on a fall Sunday afternoon when the Bengals are playing, but I made a point to wear my Reds socks for the start of baseball season, and we can all see how that’s gone so far. It’s entirely possible the Bengals could start 3-13 in their next season too, and if that happens I don’t want anyone saying my socks had anything to do with it. 😏

I wore these today because I had another hockey game and figured they were a good match for my jersey (not that I’d actually wear both at the same time, but that’s neither here nor there). As too often happens, though, life got in the way and I didn’t get to play tonight. But that’s okay, the socks are still awesome, and they deserved a solid Sunday outing anyway.