First Melissa throws a surprise Paper Pregnant party for Lindsay, and now this.
Someone out there is performing random acts of kindness, under a pseudonym. What is the world coming to?
During dinner last night the doorbell rang and a package was delivered. I wasn’t expecting anything, so I checked the return address.
Tessa and Reed couldn’t tear into the box fast enough.
We were so happy to find these…
…to replace these. (One woobie is missing from the photo because as I write, Reed is sleeping with it.)
The kids and Roger kept asking me, “Who’s it from? Who’s it from?”
And I had to answer, “I don’t know! I don’t know!”
So I wrack my brain. I know so many wonderful people through blogging. Any number of you might have gone to the trouble to get (or even make?) the woobies, take them to the post office and mail them.
Deduction #1My first bit of detective work is to check those who left a comment on the post that detailed the demise of my woobies.
Deduction #4: I’ve not de-cloaked to too many people, so the next question is, who has my address?
But for all my powers of deduction, I am clueless about the identity of my Secret Santa. Who do YOU think it is?
And who will be struck next?
In any case, Santa Baby, thank you SO much for my woobies. They warm my heart in so many ways.
And finally, thanks for not sending a box of mousetraps.