Whooooo are you. Who? Who?

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.

Hmmmmm……..

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 #2: I do not think the label shows a non-US address, so that lets out a couple of commenters (although I wouldn’t put such a scheme past the devious Chicklet).

Deduction #3: The package took two mailing days to get here, so that lets out my local peeps (although it’s easy to suspect a couple of them).

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.

19 thoughts on “Whooooo are you. Who? Who?”

  1. how sweet is that!? wish I could claim credit, but I’m not that crafty. love the designs though. nice to know that you are adored.

  2. I may have to make me one of these. Our sheets are always so cold during the winter months. It takes forever for my toes to get warm at night.By the way, did you catch the mouse? I find a regular trap with peanut butter works. Mice do not belong in houses. Ick! We had one right after we moved in and the trap worked wonders. Of course, I had DH get rid of the hideous little thing after it was caught.

  3. I’d soooo love to take credit, but alas, I am not that devious. I’m off to work on it though… devious sounds like something I should be more of.

  4. How sweet!and you can (sadly) cross me off your list of suspects. I’m not nearly crafty enough to make those (but I would like to be)!

  5. I still feel so warm, and I’m not even near my woobies. Thank you Secret Santa, for this incredible feeling of love.@Tori, I did not catch the mouse, but it is gone, thanks to the exterminator who fed him something that makes him go outside in search of water. I’m sure he finds it and lives happily ever after, right?

  6. Ooh, I WISH it were me. Twas not. But kudos to the secret santa who sent these great looking, envy-inducing woobies. I bet they knew they would be enjoyed and met with the love they were made with. “and in the end, the love you get is equal to the love you give.”

  7. I still feel so warm, and I’m not even near my woobies. Thank you Secret Santa, for this incredible feeling of love.@Tori, I did not catch the mouse, but it is gone, thanks to the exterminator who fed him something that makes him go outside in search of water. I’m sure he finds it and lives happily ever after, right?

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