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So.
I guess living a state away from Dave in Washington has its… advantages? No, that doesn’t feel right. Anyway, I got my desk crap. I was so surprised that it came that I forgot ALL of the warnings I gave @mareli83 above and went ahead and opened it right up.
I’m pleased to report there were no visible spiders, but who’s to say what scurried out when I wasn’t looking. But was it free of vermin? Well.
Well.
WELL.
Upon opening the box, one of the first things I noticed was one of the green ‘liquid disappointment’ cups… with something in it. What was it? Hmm? Oh, wait, I already know, so why am I asking. Anyway, this is a recreation of what I saw because the item was in a bag and I took it out of the bag and stuffed it back in the cup.
That’s right, it’s a RAT. And, yes, it is happy to see you. Or its tail is sticking up. Or both.
And this was on the bag the rat was in:
I don’t know what that means! I shook my rat so much and nothing happened. Maybe I killed it. I don’t want to massage it. That’s creepy.
Also creepy is my dog wants the rat. I think she wants to make sure it’s dead. She would gladly rip it to shreds if I let her. I won’t. Probably. Maybe.
Anyway, there was more stuff. A couple of collector’s items, now that they don’t put bags in BOCs anymore:
Some Occer high powered binoculars:
We interrupt this post to play with my dog, Anna. Please hold:
Thank you for holding. Anna is a good dog. Now more stuff…
I think Dave is trying to tell me I’m old. I already know that, Dave. Geez. (Please excuse the dog’s toy on the left.)
Next up is a little paper notebook thing with a cushy cover:
I tried googling what C2FC means but I was confused so I gave up. But then Dave threw me a bone:
The dog wasn’t interested in it, which is fine with me.
One Energizer headlamp, if you please:
Some Nespresso hazelino muffin things:
A meat thermometer for all that cooking I don’t do:
And, finally, a set of Woot-Off lights:
I do not need Woot-Off lights. I have so many of them already. Why am I still happy to get more? What is this sickness within me? Maybe I will use my headlamp and binoculars to try to find out.
Anyway, that’s what I got. I hope the other weeners get something equally as… whatever this is. Maybe better? Wait, is better actually better or worse? I’m not sure.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to name my rat. I’m thinking Dave would be a good name. Or maybe Kirk, the mail guy who actually sent the box. Hmm, decisions, decisions.
Thanks, Dave.