Sunday, July 29, 2012

A Spy Amongst Us

Since I started blogging, friends and family have taken to "anonymously" dropping off items related to my posts.  When I blogged about my Christmas decoration obsession, my sister-in-law Missy delivered this gem (don't deny it, Missy, I know it was you...I ran the plates):


When I wrote about how Jack demanded that I remove all the peanuts from his Taffy Apples, my future brother-in-law, John, hung some nut-free ones in a plastic bag on my front doorknob (I found the receipt in the bag with his Frequent Buyer card name listed): 


Occasionally, I get a BlogHer-sponsored product mailed to me for review.  Sometimes a pair of theatre tickets appears for a local production.

Blogging definitely has its perks.  Yet for the life of me, I can't figure this one out:


The return address was from a company that manufactures saws and construction products.  The bear itself is from the 1990s and was sold at Target.  He is obviously a fire-bear.  When I called the manufacturing company, they were unable to trace this back to a sender.

Being the daughter of 007 and naturally suspicious, my immediate thought process flowed like such:
  • Was there a Nanny-Camera in there?
  • Was this a gift for Jack whose birthday is coming up?
  • Was I about to be hacked up into a million little pieces courtesy of that saw company?

So I'm stumped.  Someone needs to step forward because now I'm wary of allowing the poor creature out of the box in case the camera is switched to "on."

The world does not need to watch me on YouTube eating Nutella. Right out of the jar. While wearing my old maternity shorts. 

Any tips should be sent to mostlymarianne@gmail.com.

23 comments:

  1. He's cute though. But it is puzzling indeed. I'd be a bit leery myself. Years ago when we lived in Santa Fe, we got delivered to the house around Christmas time a nice box of pistachio nuts; different flavors, etc., but no note who it was from. Hubby was a manager at the hospital at the time in purchasing so he figured it had to be a sales rep, but we had no idea who to thank (and seeing how it was from the company itself directly mailed to us, we didn't worry about eating the nuts :)

    I hope who ever comes clean sooner than later so you can rest easier!

    betty

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    1. I think I'd eat those notes even if they were return-marked San Quentin. Pistachios are delicious. Big reveal will be listed towards the end of comment thread....

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  2. Bahaha! I would die if something random just showed up at my house! That kind of thing just never happens to me. I'm jealous! ;)

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    1. Be careful what you wish for! Nanny cam bears without a known sender can be unsettling...and great material for the blog!

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  3. Oh just wait and see what came in the mail for me yesterday....

    And I put them on the back of my car.

    XOXO

    Megan

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  4. Maybe he needs to find his way to the firehouse?

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    1. That's what I'm thinking, too! Great minds...

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  5. Nobody send anything...

    May sure you check for spy cameras and keep it!

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    1. I'm running him through the CAT Scan machine now....

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  6. I like how you mention Nutella at the end! Trying to send subliminal messages to your secret sender??

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  7. The Tuna household is obsessed with Xmas, we don't even screw around with silly stocking we have moved right into Stocking Boxes. True Story.

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    1. Stocking boxes?? I'm intrigued. More sensei!

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  8. How funny...and strange. I'm so happy to know that other people still wear their maternity shorts (seriously, maternity pants are obviously where the makers of pajamas jeans got their idea). I can't see a jar of Nutella without thinking of you now. I hope someone drops some off on your door step soon!

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    1. Maternity shorts are the BEST. Glad my subliminal marketing tactics are working. You must also think of me when you see cats. And cars. And diamonds.

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  9. I think I know but am sworn to secrecy :) Rest assured, there is no nanny cam inside. However, I do not gaurantee that the bear won't come to life Chucky style and wreak havoc.

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    1. Thanks, Rada. Your clue led me to a path of discovery (and saved me a week's worth of planned taunting by a certain IT person we both know and love). Nancy Drew indeed.

      And for anyone who read down this far...the masked sender was Dr. Friend's brother whose mother shops garage sales. Shout-out to Eydie & Paul.

      Damn meddling kids ruin everything...

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  10. Coming alive Chucky-style was my thought, too. Reminds me of that post office commercial and the clown.
    Keep it away from the knives.

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    1. I'm trying to figure out why my comment came out with my other google account. weird.

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