Once again, this whole Secret pal thing gets a tad eerie.
I literally came home from picking up #2 from preschool, hands full of baby and grocery bags...to find someone in my backyard in the process of disconnecting my power. Do you know how hard it is to make them stop that? To get them to listen for enough consecutive minutes to convince them they have the wrong house? HARD. For future reference, tears apparently have no effect whatsoever. I was like drowning, the kids were scared, it was awful.
...and then I found this in my spam:
Yes, my new SP10 pal hit it so far out of the ballpark it may reach poor Pluto. There just aren't enough words to tell you how this touched me today of all days. So, I won't even try, but know you have my undying thanks, mystery person of mine!
(and did I ever tell you my super-de-duper Lime and Violet Exchanger was NotScarlett? you should totally check out her blog, it's every bit as great as her presents!)