For instance, I was grumpy over the state of the copier (broken again), and then the mail came. There was a big box with my name on it, and inside the box, I found
treasure! Gold, jewels, riches beyond my wildest dreams!
All right, I'm lying. If there were any precious metals or gems, I didn't see them. Seriously, though, I'm absolutely thrilled by my box.
It was full of yarn, patterns, and washcloths from Mom, and knitting needles from Grandma! I knew that all of it was coming, but it was still a wonderful surprise, somehow. (Of course, I'm so unobservant that I've had people buy gifts for me while I was standing next to them, and I didn't notice.) Mom and I have discussed our respective yarn addictions, and we decided that this yarn doesn't count against either of us in terms of stash acquisition: she bought it, but it was for someone else, so it doesn't count against her; I ended up with it, but since I didn't pay for it, it doesn't count against me. Makes perfect sense! New yarn! Hooray!
And the knitting needles! Oodles of them, in all sorts of sizes, in a needle case made from the leftover fabric "from the twins' curtains." My twin uncles--now 50 (I think). I'm going to have to send my grandmother a gift certificate for a nice dinner somewhere, or an IOU for me to take her out the next time I'm there.
I can't say it enough--I love packages! I just want to go home and roll around on the floor among my new yarn and knitting needles of various sizes. All right, not really, but you know what I mean!