Don't forget the socks!

Okay so today was fun. I had to go to the gynecologist. Yes, that kind of fun.

And I am a total type A when it comes to that yearly visit. I must be buffed and polished and in perfect working order. Hehehe. Anyway, I didn't paint my toenails. And you know when you're going to have your feet in the stirrups, you must have the toes painted right? Well, I decided I would just pack a pair of socks to wear. I've done it before. Plus the bonus is my sweet little toesies don't have to walk across that cold floor from changing area to table.

So this morning, while in the shower buffing and polishing, I thought "don't forget the socks". {No you do not know where this is going}. So then I did forget, but then later, when I was brushing my teeth for the second time. {Type A remember?} I thought "don't forget the socks." And I mentally thought, pick up heels, get socks, pick up heels, get socks. You know, to mentally connect the two in my brain so when I put my heels on I would remember the socks.

And I did. I grabbed a pair of socks and took them downstairs. Then I set them down. But I didn't want to leave them in the chair so I took off my wedding ring and set it on them while I put lotion on. {Buffed and polished}. Then I put them in my purse. Mission accomplished! They were going with me to the doctor's office.

So I get in and have to do all the paperwork updates and co-pay and insurance blah blah blah. Then they call me back. Oh and here's a pisser. I weigh in at 122. Yeah that's 10 pounds more than my 5'2.5" should weigh. So I make a commitment right there to stop drinking so much cherry coke! Moving on.

I get called back and make chit chat with my nurse. She's been there as long as I've been seeing Dr. S. So then she hands me my paper wardrobe and steps out. I change and oh how fun that is. Ladies you know the drill, strip down, try to wrap that tissue paper around you, put on the tissue vest, try not to tear it, try to ease onto the table while not tearing the tissue get up. Settle yourself on the table, while trying to make sure all sides are covered before the doc gets in the room. PS in this room the door is oddly positioned behind the table. So I sit there and sigh and readjust my tissue vest with the ginormous armholes and look down at my hands nervously and catch a glimpse at my feet hanging down. My bare-without-the-socks-that-are-sitting-in-my-purse feet. Huh. What to do, what to do. Now here are my options.

(1) Jump off the table, dig in my purse and try to hurridly put on the socks hoping that the doc doesn't come in while my bare ass is bent over facing the door....or

(2) Just deal with my plain toes.

I chose option two.