serial: Oh, and back on the shoes...do folks have sock preferences? As opposed to puppets, of course.
I love my SmartWool socks.
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serial: Oh, and back on the shoes...do folks have sock preferences? As opposed to puppets, of course.
I love my SmartWool socks.
Fleet Feet is where I go here. There's also a place at the end of M street by the Key Bridge that's very good.
For running, I swear by the double layer socks you can get at those stores. Especially if you're prone to blisters, they rock.
do folks have sock preferences?
Not!Cotton! umm...I love my UnderArmour socks. And there's some others that I can totally not remember the name of.
It's like bras, in a way.
Speaking of which -- any nursing bra recommendations? I'm pretty irritated and dissatisfied with most of mine (presently a 36F).
Speaking of which -- any nursing bra recommendations? I'm pretty irritated and dissatisfied with most of mine (presently a 36F).
Which are you using right now, and what's your particular irritation with them?
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I've never seen any of these socks...much research to do. Socks have always been the undoing or unsung heroes of my walking, but I've never had an actual sock plan, just random luck or lack there of.
Daniel, is this a sly way of telling us you and Andi are getting hitched?
That, or it's some weird tiny-cannibal fixation.
DISH, DANIEL!
Um no, not as such, but it is being informally talked about in a kismet sort of manner....
Daniel, is this a sly way of telling us you and Andi are getting hitched?
Still under negotiation, but if he arranged one of those elaborate, potentially humiliating public proposals, there is a good chance he wouldn't be embarrassed.
Besides, we have to stay together for the sake of the kidscats. Well, Harvey, anyway.
Sorry, for the spot-puttage. Cake and chocolate are not thrown around lightly in here, unless we're out of glitter, and end up having a food fight.