So I hate socks. Don’t like wearing them at all. I prefer to be in direct contact with the terra firma (or terra linoleum, whatever the case may be) underneath my feet.
There comes a point in February or March every year when I start to get angry about having to put socks on for yet ANOTHER DAY, and that’s when I know I’ve had enough of winter.
This year, that point is NOW.
Enough Winter. Enough Socks.
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