You know how you hear about kids getting socks for Christmas and hating life? Or was that only in the 90’s and before? Well I wasn’t one of those kids, if not for the fact that my family doesn’t celebrate Christmas or a whole bunch of stuff for that matter (which I’m not complaining about…), I wouldn’t mind getting socks for Christmas, or my birthday, or for…whatever else. This year I got some socks for my birthday, and not just any old sock, it’s this red, white and blue pair of Happy Socks Shovis (who I work with occasionally but doesn’t want to appear in photos) gave me only a few days back. She said it was no big deal, but I thought receiving socks was cool, and I never thought I’d own Happy Socks… simply because I don’t want to pay that price for something that sits between my feet and my shoe/sneaker. But look at me now, I’m a happy camper with socks that apparently feel the same way too!