(note: for all you foot fetish folks searching on yahoo and google, this isn't what you are looking for.)
In my socked feet I pad around softly and quietly.
I wear my t-shirt, my boxers, and my socks and just do my thing.
When I come home and I'm home to stay, the first thing I do is take off my pants! I take off my pants and my shirt and replace them with far more comfortable things. But I leave my socks on, 'cause socks are the buffer and pillow that makes it all perfect.
I might work, I might type, I might lay down for awhile. But I'll do it all in style.
If you should come over, I wouldn't answer the door. If you called I wouldn't answer the phone. You would knock and knock, the phone would ring and ring - I would remain undisturbed. Who are you to invade my world? I'm at home now, I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. This is my time to clean myself of the grime I encountered all day, the last thing I'm gonna do is get your grime on me and have to start the process over again.
Call me at work. I'm grimy as hell then. A little more won't hurt.
But when I'm in my socked feet you should just go away, okay? It'll be easier for both of us.
