Remember back when I made fun of all you fools who wear socks to bed? Well, after a couple months of bitching about how I just can't seem to warm up (have I mentioned how ABSURDLY cold this winter has been?), Joe finally convinced me to make sock-wearing a habit and now I am addicted. If I'm at home, whether I'm watching my stories or soundly sleeping in bed, I am in socks. And if I'm not in socks, I practically feel naked. Lucky for me, my mom finds it necessary to buy me a buh-zillion pairs of socks EVERY year for Christmas, so I am well stocked up. That hasn't kept me from seriously considering these Henrik Vibskov cuties, though (apparently, they're unisex sized and not just for men).