Socks

So the weekend has ended up about as crappy as it started, with no artistic or writing activity occurring anywhere within it*.  However, I have managed to avoid getting vomited on**, which is an unexpected triumph, considering the inclinations of my clingy sick toddler, and I have purchased three pairs of deliciously exuberant socks, as a sort of countermeasure against the crappyness.


*although I seem to have memorized a baby einstein tub book about water, because of having read it so many times.  It features an octopus.  Water, water, everywhere! Water near and far! Let's use our hands and feet to count how many kinds there are!  Great vast oceans, tiny tears, soft clouds wet with rain, bubbles blowing, bursting, *pop!* [YAY! clap clap], a wondrous wet refrain! Waterfalls with misty breath twinkle as they flow, something something something something, and flakes form out of snow***. Something meadows sparkle bright with early morning dew; there's even water in your bath, splashing over you! [YAY! clap clap, wave book at mommy and say "nnn!" until she reads it again].

**I am inviting trouble by saying this before midnight, I know...

***snow is in fact made of flakes, not the other way around. I keep muttering this at the book, but it keeps being wrong.