I was a bonehead. I chose to have my parents' address for my gifts to be shipped, and only because I just moved around sign-up.

Long story short, I screwed up my address, and compromised the anonymity of my Secret Santa. I'm sorry, man.

I ate my sour candy. Like in five minutes. Picture not available of that.

I love my skeleton ice cube mold. That will be used everyday. It will be my partner in crime with some scotch. It's a shame I can't capture a good picture of the skull cubes.

I also got this cool weight sensor spooky doormat. Nothing beats a trick!