I strongly dislike wearing socks. Even when I need to in the winter. I can count on one hand the number of days I have worn socks or even worse, trouser socks, to work this winter. I have a rule that if at some point in the day it will be over 28 degrees then it is OK to not wear socks. Minor detail if my feet get really cold. That's what under the desk heaters were made for. Right?
To go along with my hatred of socks, I also don't like my feet being caught up in the covers of my bed. I feel.. constricted. Like I'm being bound and attacked. So I fold my covers down to the end of my bed, and then sleep with an afghan on top of me. If it's really REALLY cold I will stick my feet just under the covers, but not very much.
I've needed to take my trash out since last week and yet here it still sits in my kitchen.
I went to the Dentist this week for a teeth cleaning and had no cavities. I rewarded myself with a Coke...