Rainy Day Horror Discovery

Another day, another thunderstorm. I don't remember any other time in my life when we've had more rainy days in a single week. I don't mind it so much except that the dog gets frantic. If he could speak English, or at least grunt more clearly, I swear he'd be asking me to do something about the weather. Since I can't, it doesn't matter that we don't communicate.

As the thunderous claps grow more pronounced, I decided to walk around the apartment and close all the windows as a precaution. But then, the most horrible thing I could ever imagine is lying on the bed...

Those are clearly... SANTA SOCKS! If you look at the date of this post you can see it's August 15th. There's no reason for Santa and his harpy of a wife to be showing their faces around here just yet, especially on someone's feet. This is clearly the footwear of an insane person.

I appreciate the novelty of disembodied heads hanging out for a leisurely ride on a woman's ankles, but I can't imagine these matching with any wardrobe other than a red and green strait jacket.

And why were they on the bed? Did I disrespect Don Vito Corleone during a horse shortage? I am cautiously putting a pile of dirty clothes on top of those crazy socks and stepping away from them slowly pending further explanation from the girlfriend.