This morning I woke up in a funk. I was feeling guilty and depressed and had the luxury of a free morning, so I was spending it gathering my thoughts in bed. While I was in the midst of this sedentary thought processing, the UPS truck rolled up to my house. This was the third time in three days that the UPS truck had spent some time on our property and I figured there was no way it contained anything for me. I hadn't ordered anything recently, and I had forgotten I was still waiting on my exchange gift. So I continued to just lay there until eventually I peeled myself out of my bed and headed to the bathroom to get started with my day. Within 30 seconds of my being up, I heard a knock at the bathroom door. Frustrated at my lack of peace, I answered with a sass-drizzled "just a minute." When I at last was ready to expand my world beyond the walls of our bathroom, I alerted the knocker that it was safe to come in and my mom popped in. She was holding a package. With some humorously snide remark about my sass, she handed me the package and watched anxiously as I realized what it was and as I dropped all else to open it. Inside my cardboard treasure chest resided a package of create-your-own ugly Christmas socks (complete with googly eyes, sequins, fuzz balls, and so much more!), a coloring book calendar (which will probably spend more time on my desk, under my pencils, than it will on the wall), a bag of tubular creamy cat treats (which are MOST DEFINITELY kitty approved), and a pilot fountain pen (that writes like a dream). To my secret santa, thank you for the most wonderful of gifts. You've made my day!