The other night, I complained mentioned to my loving, caring DH how my feet had been freakin’ FREEZING ALL DAY.

DH was kicked back sideways on the chair-and-a-half, with his legs propped up over the arm of the chair and his feet aloft.  He said smugly in a very meaningful manner,

"YOU should wear hand-knit socks more often."

Well, it was obvious just from the smart remark that he had a pair of hand-knit socks on (and that his feet were probably at a quite comfortable temperature, thank you very much).

So, as he waggled his self-satisfied feet in the air to emphasize his point, I looked to see which ones they were.

Of course, he was wearing the black ones he stole appropriated stole from me.

And of course, I gave him exactly the kind of "stink-eye" look that sort of thing deserves.

(And he wonders why he doesn’t get socks all that often…)