I appear to be some kind of weirdo, who cares more about whether she's having a "good calf day" than a good hair day.
Hair? Who cares? I just pull it up in a pony tail and throw a hat on over it anyway.
(When Best Friend was doing my hair, we'd finished the dye job before I had to go do my feed crew duties, but hadn't gotten the cut yet, so, at her threats to life and limb, I left it down, and went without my hat. This garnered a "Holy crap! I didn't recognize you!" from a couple of class mates that see me every day. No, really. Every, single, day. We sit by each other in one class, talk about our horses, they've been to my apartment, and they didn't recognize me with my hair down. Tells ya somethin' don't it?)
But, on two concurrent days, I can wear the same brand, style, and size of socks... even from the same danged package... and one day they'll be annoying as crap, sliding down and driving me bonkers with my boots rubbing on my legs, while the next they could be superglued to my calves, like proper socks.
Good Calves Days, and Bad Calves Days.
I have to be the only person in the entire world who thinks of these things.
I wonder if I could get a set of those sock suspender thingies that men used to wear?