Sidney's Socks

I know, this is not the most brilliant post, but it is me. I cannot stand to have cold feet and as a result, I walk around my home in socks all winter. When I head for bed, I have to have a pair of socks on, because if my feet are cold, I don't sleep.

Sometime during the night, the socks come off. There is no rhyme or reason. The socks are 'carefully' (ya, right!) moved by my toes out and end up on the floor of our bedroom. (If they stay in the bed, then I 'feel' the socks and they are lumpy OR I 'lose' socks for days/weeks at a time. It is just much easier to get them on the floor.) Often there is a pile of socks on our floor, which Mike has just come to ignore. For me, it is who I am.

Sidney's Socks