Sure, today’s socks have a bold splash of purple, but that stilldoesn’t mean I’ll ever truly understand modern art.
After I posted Work Tunes last week, the Puddinette was minorly aghast because while she loved the record player socks, the state of my aging, worn, brown shoes was apparently just plain sad. Thankfully, we have Amazon these days to address our sad footwear situations without requiring anyone to step on cursed metal foot sizer […]
Went with a simple pair today, but now that I’m looking at the picture, it’s kinda driving me a little bit crazy. The color rings ought to have a pattern, but I’ll be damned if I can find one. It looks like a color-blind electrician went to work and now nobody can tell what’s hot, […]
Saturday night calls for a beer. Maybe something with a little more flavor than Springfield’s finest, but I’d definitely say it’s time for a pint.
Smoky and I were thinking about watching a movie tonight. Possibly something with a certain Caped Crusader? The only real question is, The Dark Knight or Keaton and Jack in Batman? It’s a decision almost as difficult as picking out socks every morning. 😏
Finally made it in for those big meetings today, but by Thursday, there’s been too much week for socks that say, “at least sort of professional”. No, Thursday needs some chill, maybe even some cool tunes. Luckily, these record player socks fit the bill just right.
I was scheduled to have An Important Meeting today, so I gussied myself up suitably (by which I mean I put on the old Busimess Casual instead of denim, even going so far as to double check to make sure my shirt buttons went mostly straight down the center of my chest. I also pulled […]
It was a long day in the software mines today, kids. So long, in fact, that I almost forgot to get the all-important Sock Post of The Day picture before closing the computer and heading off to bed. Luckily I didnt forget, because while today might have been all business, my feet were definitely all […]
While a surprising number of people have shown interest in my recent daily sock adventures, it appears Smoky is unimpressed. I guess when you’ve got a stuffed hippo, socks are way less interesting.
Played another hockey game tonight, my second in 4 days. That’s a lot to ask of a nearly 45 year-old body that’s, well, let’s just say it’s seen a few hard miles. Pretty sure I’m going to be feeling it tomorrow. And here’s proof that I’m still putting myself through the icy ringer, complete with […]