Let me tell you a story, my friends. A story not of coincidence (a wise man once said "there are no coincidences, only the illusion of coincidence") but of real life karma that has somehow been bestowed upon me.

Our story begins a hellish Monday, during a horrible heatwave. On top of the asphalt-melting weather, everything at work seemed to go terribly wrong -and I mean sobbing at my desk wrong. As fate (or simply Murphy's law) would have it, I had to stay late, so I had a friend pick up my package from the post office. I cleverly deduced, when she texted me the country from which it was sent, that it had to be my AD+ present.

Now, I had an inkling that my AD+ santa was of the kickass variety. I was also expecting some kind of surprise, as she had hinted in her orangereds.

After picking up my present, I went to my mom's house to spend the night (that explains the temporary lack of kitty pictures), package in tow. The thought of waiting until I got home so I could take better pictures crossed my mind, but my impatience got the best of me. I also desperately needed something to cheer me up.

I borrowed my mom's camera and I proceeded to open the package. What secrets could this little box possibly hide?