I picked out what ultimately seemed like pretty adult socks today, and then spent the rest of it, well, adulting. That includes the usual work tasks, offering all manner of advice and/or unwanted meddling to my children, and taking delivery of new household appliances that are of the obligatory-work variety rather than the bright screen an/or a remote control kind of thing.
In not too many words, well, adulting is lame. So remind me next time I appear to be putting on even somewhat mature socks that I might want to consider putting them down in favor of a pair that 10 year-old me would possibly enjoy a little more.
Still, though, you can’t argue that today’s socks aren’t darned good looking. 😉