|With the changing seasons, warmer clothes. Boy! I love|
these sox. (ignore the pants, they're my yard work pants)
|Every so often when Bean comes down, she brings some for me. |
This last time she was here she brought me a bunch, I'm in heaven.
And then when I shrink the tops when I forget and throw them in the dryer I pass them on to others who equally love them.
|Except this pair which I dearly love. Can you tell?|