A mystery box arrived on our doorstep a few weeks ago. It wasn’t my birthday (month). It wasn’t Christmas. It wasn’t even St. Patrick’s Day.
But when I opened the box, inside was a perfectly bubble-wrapped and perfectly peanutted picture of this guy.
The giver of this gift is my friend Lindsay, owner of the bunny in the cone of shame, and a finder of treasures at T.J. Maxx.
I do, even in this digital age, have a thing for newsprint, and it’s no secret my affection for all things smush faced. So, this belated birthday/Christmas/I’m making up any excuse to give this thing to you present was in a word: PERFECT.
Even Engineer Dan likes it: DOUBLE PERFECTION.