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Oh, frabjous day! Callou-callay!!
It's here, it's here!!
The inefficiencies of two postal services had to combine to get it to me. Now that's superpowers, eh!
I found an enveloped stickered "Par Avion" in my package room late last night (I got called into work early and driven in because of the snowstorm), so I left home before the mail came. But there it was, waiting all nice for me. I don't have a word of French, but I thought perhaps, that Par Avion meant something like "made out of or contains expensive French water."
Imagine my surprise when there was nothing at all watery in the package!
Instead, I got a bonanza of goodness ... some Dairy Milk Chocolates (with a Cellar Monkey on the package), an awesome swearing dictionary (I look forward to expanding my expletive horizons!), and a tea towel.
A tea towel, you ask?
Yes, indeed. No mere tea towel is this ... it honors that great tradition, of piping the haggis! I had suspected for some time that there was a sexual connotation to calling someone haggis, and now I know. It's all about the piping!
It has both the recipe and the Robby Burns poem!
Thank you ever so much, not terribly Secret Santa (Sundae, you are most awesome)!!
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