There is something wrong with a person when buying new socks is the highlight of said person's day.
But it was.
But not just any socks. These are made by small elves in a faraway place. They were $8 a pair. They are "blister-free." Which really makes no sense, because most socks don't come with blisters.
While I was busy buying new socks, I went crazy and bought new running shoes too. I'm so excited. Because today I was told I have "rigid feet." Which apparently is a euphemism for "perfect feet." The shoe salesman told me I could run barefoot because my feet (arches in particular) were so perfect. He had me run, and said I ran completely straight. I think he said perfect again.
So I'm thinking of adding this fact to my resume. Since little else about me has ever been described as perfect. If ONLY we lived in a world where the design of one's foot determined who was a high-fashion model and who wasn't. I knew I was born in the wrong century. If I lived when showing a bit of ankle was considered sexy...well, things would be VERY different, now wouldn' they?
Maybe I'll run faster now, with my non-blistered socks and perfect arches. But I do think I will wear shoes.