I hate wearing socks.
I hate sorting socks.
I especially hate trying to FIND socks!
Where do they go, anyway?
I put pairs in the laundry basket.
When the wash is done, only one sock comes out.
I think our washer eats them.
I wouldn't mind so much, except the washer doesn't eat my ugly socks.
It eats my colorful, designed ones!
I wish I didn't have any socks.
My feet feel better without them, anyway.
The cool breeze feels good through my sandals.
My feet always get hot.
I think they should have a No Socks Day!