Sock it to me.

So today's the big day.... vaginal excavation to be completed before lunch.

In preparation for the big day, I struggled to pick out the perfect socks for my L.E.E.P. procedure. Apparently there's a whole sub-culture out there that has a different idea about socks than I. That is to say, there's a world of sock fetish, believe it or not. I'm well aware that some individuals find the feet a touch more, umm, sexual than the average bear so I guess it only makes sense to eventually expand one's preoccupation to what covers the object of desire. Knee-highs, thigh-highs, ruffled top, bows, fishnet, angora, cable knit, argyle, animal print, sheer, super loose (I'm not kidding.... some people actually find socks that fall down a turn on.... completely bazaar. Socks that fall down make me want to lay down in the road.), super short, toe socks, the list goes on.

Anyway, after much deliberation, I've decided to go with a little team spirit. Dr. Feeney, after all, is my MVP. Go Colts.