I want to tell you a little story about a frugal girl that not only tries to feed her family on a almost non-existent budget but also loves to DIY it up. I make my own fabric softener, deodorant and I coupon my ass off to make sure everyone gets fed. I have recently been on a huge bread making kick. Dinner rolls, Hoagie rolls, pancakes from scratch... I'm a paleo's nightmare. I've gone through three bags of bread flour in two months. (Thanksgiving was in that mix, guys. C'mon...)

ANYWAY! When I saw that my santa had not only sent my gift already earlier this week but that it would be in my possession by friday, I was elated! Then I noticed the weight: 17.5 pounds! My mind was racing. Did I get sent bricks?! Is it their abandoned book collection?! Was it a typo? Yes, it was a typo. Had to be.... right?

The box was huge. I could fit in it! I could've shipped myself in this box. It's the biggest box I've ever seen be delivered anywhere muchless to myself. The box was big. I braced myself and lifted with my legs (That's proper procedure, you know.)

I opened the HUGE box and discovered ANOTHER BOX! A much smaller but still decent sized box. Then I noticed in the huge box there was a thick book, a COOK BOOK! Yay! I was excited. I love new recipes to try. Then I noticed it was a bread book! ha! I joyously laughed and knew the person did a quick glance over my information. I have been quite the breadaholic lately.... then the words burned into my retina and my brain triggered that "O yeah..." thing that makes you see the bigger picture. The cook book was for BREAD MAKERS! FUCKING. BREAD. FUCKING. MAKERS! My eyes instantly welled up with tears. No way that box has a breadmaker in it. I've priced them. They are not cheap.

I have a breadmaker sitting in my floor right now that's missing a paddle. It was a shady deal with a smelly man selling it out of his car from a stupid facebook yardsale group. I paid the guy $5 to go away and I sadly came home with an incomplete breadmaker, too frugal to buy a $15 part. Too jaded to go to a local thrift store and pick one up for half the part price for fear it, too, would be incomplete in some way. It teases me every day, "You COULD be making bread today. Instead, your daughter uses me to hide little toys and scribbled on bits of paper! HA! No bread for YOU! Knead your OWN bread!"

So back to reality... no way that unopened box could possibly be a shiny new bread maker from the heavens, right?

WRONG!

I opened the box and my jaw hit the floor. Breath left my lips and I sobbed. I sobbed joy and happiness and jumped up and down. I pulled it out of the box and made sure I was still awake and not in dream land. I cried. I cried huge ugly girl tears. I instantly sent a text to my husband (who was still working) and we shared in the excitement. (Picture included)

Thank you, Luis, whoever your reddit name is. My gift slip was empty so if you had included a note the elves at Amazon screwed up. (The printing was WAY off, there is the little bit of the box shown at the very top) Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you. If there is anyway that the /r/secretsanta guys can give you props or something special for your account or SOMETHING, it is WELL deserved! My family thanks you. YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!