K. Guys... I have a story. About my socks. These {awesome {looking}} socks.
I got these at American Eagle last fall because they are so deliciously knit and cozy and Norwegian-Christmas-pattern-esque. But they only came in that "one size". As if one size sock could possibly fit all. And they're knit - not out of a particularly stretchy material, either, mind you.
So putting these on... well, here's pretty much how it went down:
Me: Alright socks, this is going to work. Come on... come on...!
a minute later, sock #1 half way on...
Me: *through gritted teeth* This is going to happen if it's the last *grunt* thing *grunt* I do!
lots of panting and gritting teeth and repeating my "this WILL work" mantra until...
Me: HA! Told you!
WHO? Told WHO?
Me. My socks. Either way you spin it, I was either having a conversation with myself, or my socks.
While having a full on wrestling match with said socks, which I'm pretty sure I only barely won.
Somebody needs to take their crazy pills.