My Secret Pal is messing with me.

She has read my blog and decided either:

1. I have had a harsh last day or two and she wants to brighten my world
2. She wants to mess around with my already addled brain.

I think it’s number 2.

So here’s the scoop.  A few weeks ago, I received my first secret package – which was filled with wonderful goodies btw – and the return address was from St. Albans, Vermont.  Home of one swap participant.  Please also note that in her entry today, she confesses to loving to mess with minds, this could be a crucial clue.

In today’s mail arrived an envelope with a cute little blogger’s notepad in it and a card from my BP.  This time the return address was from Wisconsin.  hmmmm ……. I do know a certain cheesehead …. Now Vicki might give the outward appearance of being a kind and loving soul, but ever since she put down the coughin nails she has been a seething cauldron of god-knows-what.

So, does it follow that one of these two is my Secret Pal?  That one of them is crazy enough to actually mail things to the other to mail to me just in order to throw me off the scent?  Do either of these ladies know me well enough to know how much I delight in this kind of subterfuge?  And that I wish I had done this to my very own Secret Pal?

Is there any other blogger that I know who would be this ‘out there’, who would take total delight and chortling glee in this escapade?  who is probably giggling like a chimp as she reads this??

before I tell you of the many ways things have gotten better, let me add to my litany of electronic woes ….

• when D#2 got home from school the day of my meltdown, she announced that her scientific calculator had mysteriously gone belly up
• when she got home from school yesterday she announced that her scientific calculator was just as mysteriously working again, but now her IPOD was acting crazy.
• thinking I had put all my bad mojo behind me and believing in the motto that tomorrow is another day, I happily went to my laptop.  Which received me with some kind of dire warning about corruption in files.  I don’t know what it all means. 
• When Boar rolls out of bed, he will make everything better.
• I am typing this to you from Boar’s laptop.
• I really like this laptop.
• would switching laptops be as traumatic for him as switching sides of the bed?
• I am wondering if this mayhem is being caused by sun flare ups or something.

enough about that.

onto how my mood has been improved …… go and see what Jackie made —– for me!! How fantastic is that??