have you seen my sock?

This is how the conversation went.

Door opens, chris pops head out....

'what are you doing?'

Vanessa with Leg up on Vespa ...

'taking pictures of my sock'

Chris says

'okay, just wondering'

and closes door.

Nothing, not even a double take. He just accepted the fact that I was standing outside at 9 pm on a monday night, leg up on the vespa taking photos of my sock. I can't shock him anymore. Here is my sock (and my Vespa)