Guess who had an awesome Monday?! It’s me, thanks to my dear sweet santa! I was so excited when my mailperson handed me a big ol’ flat package that I could barely wait to open it but my patience was tried by a most secure packing job. Eventually I did get the thing open and have been giddy ever since!

I received the cutest Firefly print in the Verse. I mean this thing is ADORABLE! I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, it is totally something I would have picked out myself. Santa, your taste is impeccable. Thank you so much for this wonderfully appropriate gift that fits right into my home décor. I have lots of framed prints at my house – so many that I am starting to have to consider wall space before I make purchases. This print helps fill a need for horizontal prints that I am sorely lacking. WOOT!

UPDATE: I went home for lunch today and to my surprise there was another package in the mail for me! My santa had messaged me about a week ago to let me know there were 2 packages coming, but honestly I was so blown away by the first gift that I forgot about a possible second one.

BOING! LADY BONER ALERT: It’s the sexiest bastard in the Verse, Captain Malcom Reynolds of the good ship Serenity.

On a side note, Walt Whitman’s “Oh Captain, My Captain” is one of my favorite poems, so I find this print to be doubly awesome.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! The arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.