I am having the worst day. My boyfriend's family Christmas party is today and I am not there because his sister demand that I not be invited. Imagine my delight when I get home and there is a package waiting for me. Inside was some sweet ass barbecue sauce (braised tofu, here I come!) and literally the best shirt known to man. For like the last ten years I have been telling people that I want a half sleeve tattoo of "a unicorn dueling a narwhal in an epic battle of land vs. sea." I opened the shirt and shrieked, then I cried. Thank you, Santa.