PAR-TAY!

We went to our first party last night! There were all sorts of new things to see, and smell, and touch. We were very excited to make some new sock friends but to our chagrin most of the feet we met were naked! Liz didn't tell us it was that kind of party.

The party was at the house of a woman that Liz works with. The theme was kitchens - and there were shiny metal tools spread throughout the place. A woman dressed all in pink was explaining how each tool could be used while everyone else watched and stuffed their faces.

Besides people, there were several animals in the house: one rabbit, several fish, and...

a gang of very naughty kitties.

When we first met the kitties, they seemed very interested in Left. Especially the boy kitty they called Fuzzy Boy.

Liz took their picture and the flash scared them away. Apparently kitties, even naughty ones, are not made of the same mettle as stripey socks. All was well after they left and Liz settled down with the others to enjoy the kitchen show and food. But then suddenly, unprovoked, from out of nowhere...

ATTACK!!!

In a moment's time a maelstrom of teeth and claws descended upon an unsuspecting Left. It was Fuzzy Boy - obsessed with whatever special enticements Left unknowingly posessed. The attack raged on...

and on...

...while I, Right, struggled in vain to draw the attention away from Left. Eventually it was Left who saved herself with a well-placed poke to the creature's nose.

Later, having recovered from the attack, we took advantage of the party's theme to begin plotting our revenge...

Career aspirations

For many months we have been witness to Liz's dizzying attempts to find a new job. We've been on interviews, traveled to the Adirondacks, and kept her toes toasty as she drowned her job searching misery in countless pints of ice cream. Today, we had a revelation - we must guide her (we are attached to her feet, after all) towards a new career path. One that will be beneficial not only to her but to us as well. But what career would suit all of our collective needs? And then it came to us - a memory of something we saw while relaxing in the car outside of Red Lobster a few weeks ago...

It's genius!!! The continental school of beauty culture! We can't believe we didn't think of it before. Not only would attendance at the school help solve Liz's employment issues, but it would also make her more aesthetically appealing to the opposite sex. As to helping us? It's a no brainer - PEDICURES. Not only would we be happier wrapping ourselves around manicured toes, but also we would undoubtedly live longer thanks to the alleviation of such blights as rough heels and too-long toenails.

Sadly, we are no fools. We have been with Liz long enough to know that the odds of getting her to even approach such a place are slim to none. A sock (or two) can dream...