I just got back from a break to find a package on my chair. My boss yelled from her office next to my cubie, “Hey, remember all those anthrax packages going around - do you know who sent you that?” I’m PRETTY sure she was kidding. God knows I don’t want to be getting any Anthrax in this package - I despise heavy metal music. 
So it’s from Wicked Blue, which I already knew from the very nice e-mail she sent me explaining why the package was delayed. (All you people who haven’t sent out your packagederm, be nice and email your recipient. they’ll appreciate it.) I tore off the plain brown wrapper to discover… a Priority Mail package addressed to Mr. Wicked Blue. Now I know she was running behind, but to just pick up a package addressed to her husband without even knowing what’s in it and mail it to me without letting him open it first… that’s just tacky. Oh, wait, the box was re-used - I just noticed the scotch tape on the side. Never mind.
Opening it LIVE:
[ul][li]A nice fish-shaped greeting card, cleverly taped into place so it’s the first thing I see. She apologized for being a big giant slacker, denigrated the contents of the box, and told me she almost sent back my Dilbert candy dispenser from round one. (Don’t you threaten ME, lady.)[/li][li]a bunch of white cheez doodles. Mmmm, I love cheez doodles - and no orange fingers this time! Hey, these are REALLY stale! Should have left them in the bag instead of dumping them loose in the box. Oh, wait, these are styrofoam packing peanuts that just happen to resemble cheez doodles.[/li][li]A free sample of Taster’s Choice® Fresh Packs™ and a coupon for 55 cents off same. Accompanied by a note saying, “I bet you hate instant coffee. I do. :)” You got it right, sweetie - but I love those old narrative commercials of theirs so I’ll keep these.[/li][li]A menu from the Umi Japanese Steakhouse, which sells sushi and is on Gar highway but does not sell gar sushi. Wicked Blue has thoughfully highlighted the types of sushi she likes; If I get her name again I’ll mail her some. Did I mention that the menu has a big smeary thumbprint on it? I’m forwarding that to the FBI right now.[/li][li]a gourmet cheese shaver. Personally I think if your cheese is growing hair, you should be throwing it out instead of shaving it. grin The handle looks like several tiny bagels with schmears of cream cheese… awwwwwwww. Of course you don’t USE a shaver on cream cheese, which makes the aesthetics of this gadget perfect for a White Elephant exchange. (Jeez, Wicked, you could have wiped it off first.)[/li][li]Ooh! It’s a pen and a highlighter! Now my cow-orkers won’t have to work as hard when they’re stealing all my writing utensils! The printed company info on this little gem says it’s from “Junction Abstract, Inc.”… apparently they couldn’t be more specific.[/li][li]A book: Love for a Lifetime: Building a Marriage that Will Go the Distance. It’s full of sappy “affirmations” designed to inject a little moral uplift into a newly married woman’s life once she realizes that he really isn’t going to change after all. Wicked’s note says, “Hee hee, I got this as a wedding gift. I can’t just throw it away. Maybe you can. :)” Don’t be silly, Wicked, I think this is just the thing I need to increase the stability of my home. Or at least that table with the wobbly leg.[/li][li].69 ounces of Love’s Baby Soft cologne mist. Trying to tell me something, WB?[/li][li]A form-fitting plastic Pringles holder, shaped like a stack of Pringles about an inch thick. It rocks back and forth when you tap it. The cats are going to LOVE this.[/li][li]A very useful pen/flashlight combo. This thing is really neat! it has three flashlight settings: Pulse, beam, and strobe. AND there’s a rotating color thingy that lets you change the light color from white to red to blue (WICKED blue, I’m sure) to green! It’s like there’s a gay disco in my shirt pocket! And I’m sure if I can figure out how to open it and change the batteries, it will even work![/li][li]A note pad to use my disco pen on.[/li][li]A glow-in-the-dark frog featuring a belly-mounted suction cup.[/li][li]A rubber squid just the right size to use as a bizarre sex toy. The note says…lessee…“Caution: Rubber squid is not intended to be used as a bizarre sex toy.” Darn. Of course I had to look up its tentacles and found, instead of the parrot-beak-thingy squid have, a molded projection that resembles a tiny vulva. Hmmmmmmmm. Agent Mulder, what do you make of this?[/li][li]a moisturizing, cleansing bar which, although smelling of what it calls “Sun-Ripened Raspberry,” is inexplicably lavender-colored. The box it’s in says “enriched with our own body lotion.” GOD, I hope they’re not being euphemistic. WB’s note: “I hate raspberry; hope you don’t.” I don’t, but I’m afraid to use this cleansing bar; I’m already bisexual, and this stuff would almost certainly make me completely gay - which Mrs. Chef would NOT appreciate.[/li][li]A Dinkie Dino, which is a Tamagotchi-type virtual pet. Thanks, WB, but I already have a hand-held piece of consumer electronics that demands my attention every waking moment - it’s called the remote control. I’ll pass this on to Chef Jr.[/ul][/li]
Wow, what a haul. [sprockets-guy voice]I’m as happy as a little guuuuuuuuuurllll.[/sprockets-guy voice]