This picture is of my midget feet in a new pair of socks, looking out over Broadway from my apartment. Now, you creeps out there, don't go pulling some triangulation or satellite shit to find out where I live and stalk me. Beware, my cats are vicious. And I sleep with a glock.
So, who doesn't love free shit? That's what I want to know. If you were walking down the street and a stranger just stopped you and asked if you wanted $100, no strings attached, you'd take it, right? Well, I did. And I'm damn proud of it.
So I occasionally get emails from other bloggers or websites looking for cross-linking opportunities, and that's all good. But I only ever act on those if I actually like the blogger or website itself. I can be bought. But only if I like the person who's paying me off. Make sense?
I got an email from a company called Bridgedale, who makes socks. Specifically, high-end socks made for outdoor/running use. At first I was skeptical. I thought, "they're offering me free socks, but what do they want in return? Pictures of me naked with only my Bridgedale socks? Cause that would be a no-go. My ankles don't look good in socks – I get the 'puffy ankle thing' very easily which makes my legs look like stumps." But this guy, Boo (yes that is actually his name), was super cool and said that he would send me socks and that I only had to blog about them if I wanted to, and if I actually liked the socks. So basically, free shit!! Well, long story short, he sent me *SIX* pairs of socks, three for me and three for my husband, and I had no obligation from that point onward.
But let me tell you. The socks rock. They are super comfy for running and exercising. Honestly, I have no idea what they would retail for, but if you run or get sore feet, I would advise that you try a pair. This is my favorite pair. One more item of note before I bore you to bloggy-death: the Hubs is a serial marathoner and is running his 8th or 9th marathon later this year (I can't keep track), and he has chronic foot problems when he runs. He gets bloody nails that fall off, blisters the size of half-dollar coins and lots and lots of grossness that he likes to taunt me with. And *HE* approves of the socks – loves them, in fact. We give it 4 out of 4 stars. ****
So enough marketing crap, even though I don't think of it as marketing since I willingly recommend them to you.
Onto to better stuff since I've neglected you for way too long. Here's a little something to wet your whistle while I try to remember what the hell I was talking about when I told you I would post about Chinese porn and foot fetishes:
This is what Hermy would look like with botox in her lips:
This is my brother-in-law dunking his *entire* head into a water fountain at a bar for the SECOND time in a row (the first photo didn't come out so he did it again). It's amazing what seems like a cool thing to do at 1:30 in the morning when you're drunk. The Hubs wasn't out with us that night and when he saw these pictures was like, "how did you know the fountain wasn't 4-inches deep and you weren't going to slam your head into a giant slab of rock?" Touche, Mr. T.
This is my baby kitten, Tonks, wanting to cool off from the humidity in the crisping bin of the refridgerator. Is there anything she fears?
Tomorrow I'll be telling you about how the Hubs and I booked our honeymoon airfare and how he presented a full-on PowerPoint presentation to me beforehand. Ta-ta!