Ridiculousness

Anyone who’s known me for an extended period of time has witnessed the sheer ridiculousness that is my sock collection. At last count (the Sock Census of 2007), I had some 60+ pairs of non-white, non-athletic socks. The majority of these fall into the pastel and/or argyle categories, but there are a few pairs that confound even me: beige with Golden Retrievers, pink/blue stripes (à la the Wicked Witch of the East), and a wonderful lime green argyle pattern I picked up sometime last year.

like me, but no heels

Yet if there was ever evidence that I should not be allowed to browse the internet with a credit card close at hand, it was my most recent sock purchase. I’m not sure how (or more importantly why) I stumbled across Joy of Socks, but the damage is done. (Remember that I was completely sober when this happened…)

“Hey!” I thought to myself, “I like watches! And I like socks! It’s the perfect combo!” (Seemed like good logic at the time) And as soon as they start making watches with socks on them then I’ll really be set! I’d say these are the kind of socks that scream out “professional badass” to prospective employers. Opposed to these (also purchased last evening) which are simply inexcusable:

FYI: I got them in red, bitches.