Danskin Triathalon is tomorrow

I've been laying out the gear for tomorrows big race. And I really look at it like a race. Today I went to the expo with 4999 (really) other women to pick up my very own Danskin Tank Top, entered a drawing for very own 3000 (again - - really)dollar trek bicycle, got a goody bag that was full of really useful stuff, including my very own pink lipstick.
Anyway, after carefully reading all of the illuminating materials informing us of all of our theretofore unrealized needs, I remembered socks. I neglected to buy socks for the race, not realizing that I, of course, would not be able to fine any in my sock/bra/underwear/ace bandage/bandana/pocket knife drawer. Which, of course, I cannot. I looked into my drawer and found a brand spankin' new Jon inspired pair of of argyles. I am so going to win.