The Last Tour Of Sock Prophecy

Today is the last “last day of the month” this year that isn’t also the “last day of ridiculous sock challenge, 2018”, so I decided this morning that a slight celebration was in order. And, obviously, nothing says celebration when it comes to socks quite like toasting beer mugs. Hence, today’s sock selection.

Of course, there’s almost no way I would have chosen these if “last day of the month” hadn’t also coincided with Friday. It did, though, which, honestly, now that I think about it, seems like the whole thing was fated to happen this way. Yanno, like sock prophecy or something.

That’s right, I said “sock prophecy”, which not only seems at this moment very much like a thing I should allow to inform and direct the rest of my days here on terra firma, but also could probably be a really sweet band name.

At any rate, now that I’m letting the socks take the wheel, I can’t wait to see what happens this weekend. I’m thinking odds are good that I end up in a full-sized washing machine, but whatever, I’m ready to let the chips fall wherever they may.

Here’s hoping you get out there and have a chance to rock the washing machine of your destiny this weekend, too. Just, whatever happen, have a great time, but, uh, try not to set the place on fire.

Pud’n

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