Honey badger don't care about warm feet.

Let me tell you about Sock Dreams. Based out of Portland, Oregon, they are basically the preeminent online destination for anyone who wants something soft, fuzzy, and/or stylish to put on their feet. (And arms, and legs...) They have a storefront, and sometimes let you wander through the warehouse. People have gotten to do this. Such people as Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman. I am absurdly jealous.

Each year, I order a pair of New Zealand bed socks for myself and Andy. These things are like mini-toasters for your feet, if toasters were crazysoft creatures that gently wrapped themselves around your tootsies. And weren't powered by electricity. This year was no different in the bed sock-acquiring department, except I ordered them a bit later in the year than I usually do. I also decided to make them stocking stuffers.

In my capacity as Deputized Stocking Stuffer, I chose to work within a theme this Christmas. That theme, although it most certainly doesn't give a shit, was the honey badger. To that end, I decided to put a note in the Special Instructions to Sock Dreams and asked them if they'd put a honey badger on the packing slip to amuse my husband.

And just how much did the Sock Dreams crew come through for me? This much.