gratefulSo I came inside and opened it up.
khaosinc had sent me a Dead Duck rubber duckie (not sure what to make of that one), a Sigmund Freud Action Figure (tres appropriate, as I am The Psychologist's Daughter*), and, my favorite, Glow-In-The-Dark Sheep (like those glow in the dark stars that are plastered on the ceilings of every dorm room at Antioch, only, you know, sheep).OK, first of all, how amazing is
khaosinc that as soon as he heard I was having a rough time lately, his first response was to go online and send me a care package, full or weird and wonderful things (including a note that says "Giggle.. things you need in life" - I love that such a big, strong, tattooed man giggles). I immediately called and left what could only be described as a rambling thank you message on his answering machine (that is until some woman beeped in on the other line about a petition I signed who knows when, wanting me to come to a City Council meeting next week, but that's another story).Well, I suspect I'm gushing, so I guess I'll end this here.
khaosinc, you rock my world. You are the sweetest, sweetest man that I know. You have very strange taste in rubber duckies. I think that the Washington wilderness is playing tricks on your mind. Or maybe your mind is playing tricks on the Washington wilderness ... Many, many thanks.* with apologies to He Who Shall Remain Nameless
