Chicken Socks

Last summer, Noel and I bought matching chicken socks before heading out to Utah because we thought it would be funny to walk into my dad’s house wearing them. Then, we forgot to wear them until we were getting ready to leave. I haven’t worn them since. 

Tonight, I looked for socks to wear for date night, but my athletic socks seems to be disappearing. The only socks I could find that matched were fuzzy socks and knee high socks. The two pair at the top of the drawer were chicken and Wonder Woman. I picked chicken this time. 

Knee highs will be great in the winter, but I really need to buy new socks.