It had been a long night before, I was up late working on art and reading comics for inspiration. So late, in fact, that by the time I got to sleeping, it was close to dawn!

My fiance is a substitute teacher, so he was up early, went to school, and came home before I was awake. His method of waking me from my slumber?

-whumph- A box!

Him: You got something in the mail! Me: Huh? What?! (still bewildered, rather much like a cat that has fallen off of its preferred sleeping spot) Him: It doesn't say who it's from, open it! Me: (looking at the box) I don't know....(seeing my reddit user name) HOLY SHIT! IT'S MY SECRET SANTA NONSENSE!

Upon tearing into the box, I withdrew a pair of inflatable trophy heads! A bear and a tiger! Booyah! I used to hunt, one of my most memorable being a bear hunt that almost ended in disaster!

Little did I know...... As I was eating my super adult breakfast of peanut butter capt. crunch and hot cocoa, I would be interrupted by the doorbell! 'What could that be?' I wondered to myself, blazing down the stairs.

UPS guy? What are you doing at my house, Mr. UPS?

"Here you are!" he exclaimed, handing me a thin amazon package. As soon as I got back into my kitchen, this second package was ripped into, and I received what is probably the BEST addition to my collection of cocktail books EVER.

Steamdrunks! 101 steampunk cocktails & mixed drinks! Holy shit! I paged through it, and found the greatest recipe ever. It calls for 4 GALLONS of brandy. It asks that you make it in a garbage can. A fresh one, mind you, but a garbage can, none the less.

This might be what I use for my new years party!

Thank you, my mysterious secret santa! My wall and liver thank you as well!

My fiance, not so much.

He's not entirely thrilled about the inflatable tiger going above our couch.