We spent a lovely lazy morning yesterday. Cozied up and watching out the window at this...

After the floodgates closed back up again, UPS appeared on a shaft of sunlight. Not quite that literally, but close. I came downstairs from painting shelves to find a couple of amazon.com boxes on my doorstep and inside were these:

A totally unexpected treat from my dad. We'd been talking about these movies a lot lately (can you say, "sequel"?), and I knew he'd ordered them for himself, but never, in a million years did I expect them to appear on my doorstep. What fun. And Alfie, thank you SO much.

Then, when I was getting ready to take Callum and neighbor-Rebecca out to dinner, I walked past my dresser and there sat these:

A totally unexpected treat from my husband. I am abysmally difficult to surprise. I hate this about myself. I'll be trucking along, minding my own business, maybe working on a project or driving in the car and suddenly, I'll think, "Oh! I know what Neel got me for Christmas." I'll try to pull that errant and devious thought back, or talk myself out of it, because, really, I love a good surprise. Today I got two. The earrings are blue topaz, and Neel says they're meant to remind me of Greece. Thank you so much my lovely. I *heart* you too...XOXO