So, here's the deal. When we were Dizzying around Dizzyland, Mr. Tiki bought us some awesome cool Stitchie glass stuffs from a store on Main Street. But, like the naughty spouse he is, he forced tiki to
go outside whilst he shopped, so we could not
seee all the nifty stuff we're getting. In other words,
a surprise! Which, there is nothing tiki hates worse than
surprises.
And, even more naughtily, and unbeknownst to us truly (as we wouldn't tried
much harder to peek), Mr. Tiks had all the stuff
shipped directly homeward from Florida, meaning we needed to wait on tenterhooks, or some kind of hooks, until the dwarfs decided to get around to mailing our box.
Fast forward.... Or, actually, slowly tramp through molasses to reach the date today. We have returned to work, and we are cranky. And only today, we realized that in order to do the work our lovely officemate just passed on to us, we're going to have to
recreate all the tables our former grad student assembled before the server crash. Plus, we probably fatally pissed off a EuroStitch dealer because we wouldn't buy her all 15 snow globes in addition to the $400 of pins she wanted from the web. (Nothing is madder than a pissed off EuroStitch dealer.)
Thus, homeward, where....
It's THE BOX!!!!
With presents. For us.
BUT... We can't get Mr. Tiki on the phone to see if it's ok to open everything, or if he wants to inflict even
more torture by
wrapping it or something even more evil.
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