So when the opportunity arose to participate in a Sock Market Exchange with some long time companions over at my second Internet home, Baby's Named A Bad, Bad Thing, I immediately signed up. Having sox is good but swapping hot sox with strangers is even better.
Joy F. in Boston brought me joy here right here to Houston when her super soxy package arrived on Saturday. I thought I was the ultimate Sox Goddess, but Joy could possibly edge me out and claim the title for herself. Lookie at the picture......it's a SOX THREESOME! Now I have a pair for every occasion....... Sox on the beach, elevator sox, church sox.
And while I cherish and adore all three of them and even placed them to my bosom and danced a jig around my living room with them, I must confess that I love the raw but flavorful beauty of the Sushi sock the most. They are HOT LIKE WASABI and they're a nice shade of spicy wasabi green to match the hotness.Don't hate me because I'm so soxy and you aren't.
Further Pictorial Proof Of My Sox Addiction Disorder Right HERE.