Below is the original blog post I put together for today, but please hang in there with me until the end, because there’s more to the story…

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I think I’m going to have to change the category from, “Somebody Please Buy Me This Cool Stuff” to, “I Should Stop Making an Ass of Myself” Wednesdays.

In my defense, I try very hard not to be an ass.

But you know that whole “I’m disappointed in you guys because you never buy me anything” schtick I dumped on you two weeks ago? I was KIDDING. Sheesh, people. Can’t you take a joke? But then you had to go and send me some nice things, and now I feel like an ass.

As I already mentioned, my mom was the first. She bought me the fabulous French Bulldog picnic set that I had blogged about only a few days before. It was insanely generous of her, and I am so excited to have it.

Then, to my surprise, I got a package last weekend and inside was this inkjet pocket mirror:

This was the note that came with my lovely new pocket mirror:

And as if that weren’t enough, inkjet included these two totally sweet “tiny cards” which I just adore:

So I get a gift from my mom, then a gift from my most awesome and fun-loving friend Michelle (who also just fixed a hole in one of my favorite sweaters, because she’s crafty like that), AND I get a gift from inkjet – whom, I am certain, does not read my blog and was not, therefore, guilted into giving me cool stuff.

This is why I deeply love Etsy, though. Every Etsy purchase I have ever made comes with a sweet little handwritten thank you note and almost always a little extra something thrown in.

And, can I just say: I ♥ inkjet’s designs, and I love to read her blog (inkjet: please write more often!).

So to sum up: I was just joking. Please stop being so nice to me. When I said I wanted you to buy me all that stuff, I didn’t mean it.

Oh, but I did mean it when I said I wanted those caramels. So, just send a half pound of those bad boys on over to me, will ya? Cool? Cool. Thanks.

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Ok, are you still with me? Because this is where it gets hilarious (well, to me, anyway). I arrived home pretty late yesterday (‘nother long day at the office) and the girls say, “You got a package!”

Can you guess what it was?

That’s right. The caramels.

And I’ve eaten two already. They are ridiculously delicious.

So, Michelle, as Paul McCartney says, and I so totally agree (except in a platonic, and not in a creepy romantic way):

I need to, I need to, I need to.
I need to make you see,
Oh, what you mean to me.
Until I do I’m hoping you will
Know what I mean.

Thanks for the two very fun and funny surprises. As my brother-in-law said to me when he was 10, “U R Osum.”