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 email@example.com.