So, there’s been this box by the front door for a couple of days and finally the Butcher says, “Are you going to open that or what?” and I’m all, “Open what?”
“I left it there so you’d know to open it.”
“Oh, well, I never come over here so I just now saw it.”
“That’s why I put it there, so you wouldn’t trip over it.”
And inside is this beautiful wooden mortar and pestel like some kind of art piece. But no indication of who sent it. I’m putting it in with all my woo-woo stuff immediately. So, thanks kindly anonymous gift-giver. It is the perfect gift for me.