Am I the only one who sees the patterns in these pictures and sometimes can’t figure out what I’m even looking at? I swear that 50% of the time, I’m only sure of what I had on my feet any given day because I put them there in the morning. I feel like it’s almost the sock-picture equivalent of seeing a common word you know we’ll and saying it over and over until it doesn’t seem like a word anymore.
Like, for instance, common
… common …
… common …
… common …
… common …
… common …
… common …
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… common!
See? Seriously, it’s like it’s not even a real word now. Or maybe it’s a foreign one? It’s, like, Klingon or something.
Anyway, the pattern in today’s socks is hot sauce bottles, which is fitting because this picture was taken at Oldest Son’s soccer game tonight and it was stupid hot and humid for early October. And, sure, spicy hot sauce heat is not at all the same thing as The New October Annual Global Climate Change heat, but it’s my blog and I’ll make whatever spurious connections I see fit in the name of finding a daily sock theme.
After writing 282 consecutive posts about socks, I’ll take whatever nonsense pops into my head.
Puddintopia 