Today was my first day in my sexy socks. The box says they "look like fine fashion hosiery." I say "bullshit." Unless, of course, some hosiery designer makes opaque, flesh-colored tights. And someone considers that fashion. B laughed hysterically when I got home and took off my pants to show them off. I can't blame him. I feel like an old lady. I thought thigh highs were supposed to be sexy! They aren't horribly uncomfortable, but the tops keep slipping down, and constantly pulling them up is no fun. I think my feet are still a bit puffy (I haven't taken the socks off to check for sure yet), but nothing like they have been. I'll give them a few more days before I chuck them as completely obnoxious and worthless.