Today, Ms. "Hippos Go Berserk" (aka Blogapotamus Rex) writes about her sorrow over the inevitable decline of summer giving way to the need to wear socks. I am lucky. I almost never have a problem with cold feet. If they happen to get a bit chilly, I just put them on Ulric when he's asleep and can't do much about it except bellow.
Here's a song straight from the Bureau of Missing Socks, dedicated to all of you whose toes have a penchant to turn into ten tiny blocks of ice. It's a blues number called "Can't Find My Socks" by Doctor Coconuts.
P.S. You could turn your socks into cuddly gorillas. Why should monkeys have all the fun?
P.P.S. In other news, Ms. Smoochypants has written an encomium to the heady fruit that is the wondrous