Pretty, Pretty Ballerina

These are my favorite socks.  

These socks make me unbelievably happy....stupidly happy...because I feel graceful and thin and like a ballerina in them.

Yes, these socks make me feel skinny. Odd, I know, but whatever works, people.

Big Daddy hates these socks.   Every time I put them on, he rolls his eyes and sighs this big, deep long-suffering sigh.

I'd feel bad for him, but I'm too happy wearing THE SOCKS OF ETERNAL HAPPINESS.

Actually, I don't know if it is the socks so much that he hates or the fact that while lying on the couch, watching TV and wearing these socks,  I am constantly pointing my toes and scissoring my legs through the air while screaming, "Watch me dance!  Daaaance!"

Or it might be that as I'm walking through a room, I'll suddenly stop and shout, "Fourth position!"  and then freeze.  I don't care who is behind me or trying to get around me.  Dance stops for no one, and I am a serious artist.

Big Daddy might also hate that I toe through a room like a demented ballerina on crack, sing-songing, "I'm a pretty, pretty ballerina!!! Looooooove me!"  and then I dip down into a graceful, ballerina-esque bow.  

Whatever the reason, obviously, he's the one with the issues.  If I wasn't a pretty, pretty ballerina, would I be able to do this????