Surprises are the BEST!

About a week ago my dear friend Margan Joy Poulos (née Neumarker) sent me a message and asked me for my address. I sent it to her and then spent the next day or so wondering what in the world she might need said address. It's not my birthday. It's not Christmas. She's already married, so it's not a wedding announcement. Her super cute baby boy has been around long enough that it probably wasn't a birth announcement.

Why else would someone need my address?

I asked her and she wouldn't tell me... and I was kinda happy she didn't because I LOVE surprises. So I've been checking my mailbox everyday since. Sometimes I check it twice because I think I might have checked it too early. But there's never anything in it.

Today I got a tiny manila envelope stuck in my door which contained a package slip with MY NAME on it! JOY! So as I skipped off down the hall towards the elevators I was racking my brain trying to think of anything I've ordered lately... which is nothing. Imagine my surprise when I got down to where the packages are and the valet handed me a large package from the one-and-only Margs!

Of course I didn't wait until I was in my apt to try and open it. I say try because my key could only cut through the tape down the middle, not the edges so I could only see a lovely lufa sticking up out of the red tissue paper. I have to say that made me laugh really hard because I've been studying at home all.stinkin.day and I haven't taken a shower yet and it kinda felt like Margs' Facebook stalking had turned to real stalking and she was pointing out the obvious. BUT it was also awesome because for several weeks I've been thinking I need a new lufa, but I never remember it when I get to the store!

When I got it open the box was chock-full of stuff I love and need and even some silliness which I'd never think to buy myself (a mardi-gras style St. Patrick's Day beaded necklace, a "kiss me I'm Irish" flashing pin, etc), and to go with it there was a really sweet card from my dear friend telling me she remembers being a big school-related-stress-ball and she wanted to lift my spirits.
Margan and I have been friends since we were three. We've got all kinds of history and inside jokes (as evidenced by a reference on the card to getting drunk off Martinelli's which made me bust up laughing) She's now a wife and she has a three-year-old and a new-born, and she works part time, and she's got to be crazy busy in her own life. It means so much to me that I have such an amazing friend who sees an opportunity to serve someone else and does it. Margs you're one in a million and I'm so glad we've been friends nearly a quarter of a century. Not many people have friendships like that. I love you lots. Thanks for looking out for my mental health!