Today I stayed home from work- sick, cranky, and drowning in my own mucous. It would be only a very slight exaggeration to clam that finding my bento gift on the front porch this morning very nearly killed me. That little cube wrapped in brown paper, shipped all the way here from Japan, sent me into a fantastic coughing fit, during which I still managed to yell "OH MY GOD" in between sad little hacks.

This timing is really perfect. Not only did I need a pick-me-up, but my santa COMPLETELY FUCKING ROCKS. I went a little crazy, rambling about likes and dislikes, and my dear santa took the time to really find the perfect box. They hit the nail perfectly on the head. Not only is this gorgeous bento the perfect color, it's got a wonderful floral pattern and pretty little gold accents. Plus it's actually legitimately from Japan, which excites my inner travel nut.

Seriously, I am psyched. Thank you so much!