I've been in a little bit of a funk for the last few weeks or so. Nothing that won't work itself out, but enough that I've been sort of coasting. I had lost my muchness. And then I got a message from my Santa that my present had shipped.

Now, I know a lot of great people do these exchanges, but I really think my Santa deserves a little extra thanks because without realizing it, these gifts are helping to pull me out of my funk. Yes, they're awesome gifts and I love the things, but I guess part of it is that Santa read my profile and put a lot of thought into the kinds of things that I would like. Honestly, I was happy after package #1 because yay! Tank tops to wear on an upcoming trip to Orlando! But the things just kept coming and I've never really been this excited to see the mail person pull up to my house because every delivery was the boost I needed that day.

Still a little iffy on the Weber/Subban trade? Here's a Preds sign for your Preds room. Time to accept it. Dreary day? Here's a stunning print from your favorite artist No food in the house and you're craving something sweet? Here's Devil Dogs that they don't sell where you are And finally... Cook all of that stuff in your fridge using this cookbook, because I know you won't Google what to do with rainbow chard.

So, Santa, wherever you are, you've put a smile on my face this week, and I'll remember this every time I look at the gifts. Except the devil dogs, I tore into those boxes three seconds after I took the picture.