Around the tree, we open the box from my parents.
Inside is a box wrapped and addressed to me; also Baily and Kitty Toys.
Feeling kind of baffled as M&D said that there were a couple presents, we threw caution to the wind and opened the wrapping.
“Oh, neat, a bagel toaster!”, I say, not thinking much of it.
Continuing through presents, we sip Bailey’s and coffee.
At SMS’, we drink wine and open presents.
Arriving back at Casa Mak, Bailey and I crash on the sofa.
Thinking to myself… depending how the new toaster looks, maybe I’ll donate the other one and keep this one or ask for the receipt.
Hmmm, didn’t they use my toaster when they were up?
Why would they send me a toaster?
Why would they make such a to-do to mail me a toaster when the postage clearly cost more than said toaster.
UNLESS… it’s not a toaster.
So out of the warm cocoon I emerge, a dazed butterfly.
Over the the tree with a pair of scissors, I slice open the box to find more presents.
Clearly, I am blond or the whole concept of addressing a package to someone to only have more packages inside makes the other party blond….
If you care, the presents inside were more radium glass! WEEEE.