A Jimmy Buffet-Approved Bonanza

Ahoy, land lubbers…yesterday do be National Cheeseburger Day, but wit da socks and da smugglin’ me children to and fro, it do be more struggle to keep up wit the day o’ the calendar than, well, the current location o’ Davey Jones’ Locker. Lady of the Kraken be thanked, tho, at least it be okay […]

The Referee Isn’t Always This Blind, But He Rocks Lame Socks Regardless

Eldest son earned his first varsity Yellow Card tonight, for “Dissent”, of all things. In other words, he might have suggested out loud, on the field, that the referee was out of his freaking mind. Eldest Son was not wrong. The referee called a horribly one-sided game. But, alas, such is life sometimes. And the […]

Pattern Matching

Today’s socks come to use owing to the fact that I was wearing a blue plaid shirt, these mostly matched the colors, and (let’s be honest, most importantly) they loosely resemble Tetris. And, that, friends, is all I got on a very busy Monday.

One More Blast At The Grill

Not knowing how many more days 80+ degree days 2018 is going to give us, I broke out the tubed meats this afternoon and fired up the grill. To go with the today’s end-of-summer weekend grilling, I was glad to see I still had a pair of hot dog anklets in the drawer this morning. […]

Channelling Anna Kendrick (Apparently)

The Puddinette and I went on a date night tonight, although why she stills bothers hanging out with this obnoxious nerd when she when could be living her best life at home with comfy pants and a night full of IDHD crime shows boggles the mind. Nevertheless, we went out anyway, and caught the newly […]

Slalom? More Like Slammin’, Into The Side Of A Tree

At last we reach the zenith of Sports Week, I’m gald to be able to share with you socks from the sport I am least likely to participate in. Sure, skiing looked cool in all ths great and awful B-grade 80s comedy movies, but the fact is that there is no instructor on the Earth […]

These Stars Are Kidding No One, Especially Not The Dog

Here I am trying to pretend throwing stars are actually somehow “a sport” for me, while, meanwhe, Smoky looks on with the fabric shell of a stuffed animal that used to be his friend. Thankfully, removing the stuffing from his friends truly IS something of a sport for Smoky, so I’m totally counting this as […]

You Gotta Represent, Especially If You Can’t Ball

Continuing the theme of the week, I couldn’t possibly live with myself if I hadn’t had a pair of basketball socks. Now, the Puddinette will not favor this picture, because she prefers when they look more “natural”, meaning “at comfortable rest” rather than “looking like I just shoved my feet out in front of me […]

A Haiku for The Obligatory Soccer Balls

Sports Week means sport socks Eldest played soccer tonight Thus, I had no choice

One More Pair, For The Gipper

Are you getting sick of football-related socks yet? I figured probably so, but that I might as well wear these today, since it’s the first Monday night of a brand new season of Monday Night Football. Truth be told, I wanted to wear them to kick off Sports Week, which may or may not end […]