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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.

Y’all, they came through in spades:

There are claw marks on the sign. So much love for the Sock Dreams crew! Andy absolutely loved it. Seriously, there might have been howls. Of laughter.

Honey badger, however, really doesn’t care.


P.S. The typo of “honeybadger” on the packing slip is all my fault. Just so you know.

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  • Jess January 17, 2013, 2:06 PM

    Oh, fantastic!! We’re so glad you both loved the honey badger! 🙂

    • Deborah January 19, 2013, 12:10 AM

      As a purveyor of socks, you are amazing — and as a purveyor of whimsy, y’all are amazing too!

  • Brittany January 19, 2013, 5:33 PM

    Too too awesome :D!

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