I'd started to worry a bit. Maybe my package got lost in the mail, maybe it had been sent to the wrong address... hell, maybe I'd gotten a slip to pick it up at the post office that just hadn't been passed along to me.

And then the phone rang, it was my mail carrier. She had a package. (See, I live in the middle of absolute nowhere, so when an oversized package comes our mail carrier calls us to meet her at the mailbox and get it.) No one was home, and they'd taken the car keys, but I didn't care. I excitedly started on my 1/3 mile trek to the mailbox. I met the mail-woman, grabbed my package and walked back home smiling (I should add that I couldn't resist opening the box on the walk back.)

And then I got inside, threw all the other mail on my bed, and finally got to open my package. And it was glorious.

BR0WN13 - I honestly can't thank you enough, you're completely amazing and I love everything. You pretty much made my crappy week nine times better. (Also, excuse the crappy photos, I had to pull out my ancient Canon G5 for pictures. ;;;)