Leyendecker has done it again! He managed to look into the future and catch a glimpse of what I look like getting dressed in the morning. I don't know how he did/does it.
Sock garters are great...until it's 11 o'clock at night and you realized you've been wearing them for 16 hours. That's the hour where, sitting at the restaurant table, I cross my legs, gracefully take them off and throw them in my bag, all the while keeping my party numb to my under-table-actions. My calves whisper,
'Thank you!" as I exclaim, "Who wants another drink?" to muffle their gratitude.