If it wasn't for You, I would not be the recipient of a non-stop stream of goodies arriving via back porch, front door, and US Postal Service.
I'm not going to go all "demure" and pretend I don't like presents. I LOVE presents. I don't even care what they are, as long as they're for me. Presents make me super-duper excited.
Why, yes. I'm actually 8 years old.
So here are the gifts that have arrived recently which are preventing a full-out descent into seasonal depression caused by 3 hours of sunlight a day:
|A Standing Buck courtesy of Anonymous Back Porch Donor. I think we're getting a subtle hint to throw up a few lights outside.|
|Mothers of Brothers Blogger's new book. The laughs inside will keep you from crying. At least for an hour or two.|
|Atheist-Friend gave me this picture, but the matting was damaged. I just picked it up from Michael's over the weekend. Good as new. LOVE it.|
|Macy's ornament courtesy of (same?) anonymous back porch donor. Sparkly. Red. Perfection.|
|An entire family of paper people courtesy of Jack. He made my paper person very skinny. Who needs Paxil?|
|A poinsettia courtesy of Miniature-Friend. I always mean to get one each year, but my history of murdering plants usually dissuades me. So far, so good.|
|Fun new drinking coasters. Or as my sons have christened them, "the new matching game."|
|Awesome homemade cookies from Atheist-Friend with a divine chocolate dip. They did not survive long enough to capture a photo.|
|I had been wanting a picture of the Beverly Breast Cancer walk for my entry last May. John (future brother-in-law...no pressure) sent this last week. I think it captures the day wonderfully.|
|A surprise $18.04 check from a class action settlement that I didn't know I was a part of. Paid for the Kohls' church with enough money left over for a McDonald's peppermint mocha.|