My New Socks

I bought some new socks over the weekend. Brown plaid knee-highs and seven pairs of brightly stitched cool-max, moisture-wicking, fun-infusing sport socks were among the mix. It's not even noon and I've already worn two pairs. Not because I needed to, but because I wanted to. We all know what it's like to have new socks. Sometimes they make you want to tell the world--like putting a message on a jumbotron, or shouting it from the rooftops. And other times they make you want to carry six boxes of donuts to work on your bike.