[ Is it really the thought that counts? ]*

Before noon today I had already been given two, ehhhhh, interesting gifts.

The first came from a co-worker/friend Chet.

Can I give a quick backstory on Chet?

Last week we were at a retirement party for our friend Marie:

(Don't I look like a monster about to eat her? When did I morph into this looming creature?? Rrrraaaauuuurrrrrr! I will devour you, you tiny, tiny woman! Rrrraaaauuuurrrrrr!!)

Back to her retirement party: It was at a restaurant, commonly frequently by blue hairs; a southern cookin' buffet insensitively named Journey's End.

Anyways, David was in the buffet line with Chet.  They were talking fishing.  David explained that certain parts of the lake (near dams) are now unaccessible (or is it inaccessible?) for fishing because of the threat of terriorists blowing up the dams.

Ummm..okay.

To which Chet replies (completely straight-faced as usual),

"That is why I teach my children to not be terrorists."

"I mean, I'll let them wear the Hamas t-shirts, but that is where I draw the line."

And that, my friends, is a glimpse into the mind of Chet.

Now that you have a little backstory on the guy, let me get back to the gift that he gave me this morning:

(Sorry that it is hard to read...it is from my phone.)

It is a box labeled "Buffy the Backside Slayer."

Huh? I did a double-take.

The print says, "Buffy the Backside Slayer: Body conditioning bar to give you the smoothest backside ever."

How did Chet know that I have been wishing for a smoother bottom?

I can't wait to slay my backside.

What?!?!?!?!!?!

The other was from my husband.  He told me last night that he was going to make me a gift.

This is not what I expected, but I did absolutely love it. . . and him.  Between that video and the box of Buffy the Backside Slayer, I am just being spoiled left and right.