I was super sad that my initial match apparently just bailed after retrieving me as their giftee. I was left wondering, "What's wrong with me? Why wasn't I cool enough for them to want to gift me?"

And then I got my rematch. He emailed me apologizing for circumstances beyond his control leading to his rematch gift having to be late. I was just thrilled that I'd gotten a rematch, tbh. When the gift shipped, he sent me another email, apologizing that it wasn't anything big or grand, that he'd really wanted to come through and be awesome. To that I say: you ARE awesome sir!

Big, gnarly, non-feminine feet run in my family. Not cool when you're a girl. I got called "Flinstone Feet" as a kid. Luckily, my mom was a geek, and started reading The Hobbit and LOTR to me and my baby sis as our bedtime story. I came to embrace my Hobbit Feet. They are less Hobbity, what with the regular pedicures I treat myself to, and not running around barefoot like the child of a hippie sun child, like I was growing up, but when I opened the package, I laughed and hugged them and put them on and sent pictures to my mom and baby sis!

They are JEALOUS.

Also, my cats love to snuggle and/or attack them, and my real feet suffer less, now that they are surrounded by faux Hobbitness.

Thank you rematcher! I love them so much! I'm sorry your rematcher was far less awesome than you!