The Mysterious Box
A package arrived yesterday with no return address and no identifying information other than the postmark. Naturally I turned it over to the bomb squad. Two police dogs went crazy over it, but with a strict command from their handler (a wide-shouldered, roughly handsome guy named Chuck) they reluctantly gave the signal that meant they'd detected nothing amiss.
The men moved the mysterious package to an enormous field where they could pry it open remotely with waldoes. Soft packing material began to emerge. I could tell the guys were edgy; such material could have been used in an attempt to keep an explosive device from going off before it reached its intended recipient. A gruff officer pulled me away from the monitors. "You might not want to see it happen, miss," he cautioned.
A half hour later I was presented with the contents. Cat toys, catnip, a pedicure-in-a-box, and some delicious cookies!
Cyd, you total, utter, complete sweetheart! 8-) 8-)
(The guys curtly refused any form of payment, but I saw cookie crumbs in more than one moustache. Apparently they considered themselves well repaid.)
The men moved the mysterious package to an enormous field where they could pry it open remotely with waldoes. Soft packing material began to emerge. I could tell the guys were edgy; such material could have been used in an attempt to keep an explosive device from going off before it reached its intended recipient. A gruff officer pulled me away from the monitors. "You might not want to see it happen, miss," he cautioned.
A half hour later I was presented with the contents. Cat toys, catnip, a pedicure-in-a-box, and some delicious cookies!
Cyd, you total, utter, complete sweetheart! 8-) 8-)
(The guys curtly refused any form of payment, but I saw cookie crumbs in more than one moustache. Apparently they considered themselves well repaid.)
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I want cookies. Uh, I think.
Wow, material goods AND a visit from a roughly handsome fellow with doggies! I'm sorry that you had a scare, though.
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I feel a little bad that my funning seemed to have made
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Dogs: *snf snf snf* OH BOY OH BOY COOKIES NOM NOM NOM
Handler: BOMB? IT'S A BOMB?
Dogs: NO NO NO COOKIES YAYYYYYY!!!
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Dogs: MMM COOKIES [tail-wag tail-wag] DROOOOOOL! Hey, what did the human say?
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and here i was worried the un-sealed catnip would be the only problem! *facepalm*
but i'm sure them testing the cookies was all part of their security measures.
so, um, uh, Happy Birthday!
*slinks off to hide in the corner and beat myself up for my stupidity*
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The un-sealed catnip gave
Thank you soooooooooooooooooo much! You are wonderful!
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when can i expect pics of your funkily-painted toesies? ;-)
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Ummm, toesies, pics, ummm. Maybe this weekend? I am very amused, by the way, that the nail polish matches my decorated surgery-recovery shoes.
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I'd love to talk to you sometime soon, to catch up and to ask a couple of job search related questions. Email doesn't work too well for me these days... is there a particularly good time to call?
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Evenings and weekends are good, although tonight and this particular Saturday morning I won't be home. Normally I'd say you could call me at work but I've been insane-busy-swamped lately, so home is better.
Happy Birthday!
Re: Happy Birthday!
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Now THAT is a birthday package. :-)
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Oh, and happy birthday!
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