In which my heart grows two sizes

My internet pal, Tits McGee, was kind enough to send me something super-cool in the mail. I sent her a jar of hot pepper jelly a week or so back, after she jokingly said I should send her some for her birthday come Fall. And hot damn if she didn't turn that shit right around and send me something back! I have to say, it really made my day.

Here is the package, carefully wrapped and sent the quick way.

Here is the opening of the package, stage one (I used to be one of those kids who tears the paper off presents and flings it with glee, but in my dotage I've become one of those annoying slooowww openers of items, not to mention a saver of pretty giftwrap. I about drove the folks at my wedding showers nuts. I was insistent that I would line my drawers with the paper, though of course I haven't yet. Too l-a-z-y.)

And inside that cute little tissue paper envelope with a baby Easter egg on it? BUNNIES! According to Tits, the bunnies are a sort of fetility good luck charm used by her and her sister-in-law. Within six weeks of obtaining the bunnies, she was preggo. And since I am already wearing a Saint Gerard medal in order to spook God into zapping me with child, why not add to the superstition? The bunnies are resting comfortably at my bedside on the window sill, away from the madding crowd of the kitchen and the furious paws of Bailey the cat.

Thank you, Tits! I am very, very touched. And my stony heart doesn't thaw too easily these days, so this is quite a coup.