I wrote back, "WHAT package?" in an excited way. (Yes, I can type enthusiastically.)
I found out 'what' package when I went to the leasing office of my apartment complex that kindly didn't inform me I had a package. All this service for just $950 a month.
Anyway, I got home and had Vanna help me display this package. I shook it gently. It rattled gently. I took a picture:
After opening this package of wonder, we stared in excitement. "What could it be? What could it BE?"
There was a lovely card and a terribly kind bit of words for Fritz--and I quote:Dearest Fritz, Thank Heaven for you! You help bring out the best in me.
Happy Birthday! Love, Muthana (SG)
However, she did not explain why Michael had half of his hand cleaved off in the process of opening the package. Don't worry--I knitted him a new one. 
In the end, I found a lovely bouquet of daisies--a flower representing innocence and hope. I am touched beyond belief. What a wonderful friend I have in Spinning Girl. I feel another ode shall be written. She has a heart of gold, and a knack for making me cry. Thank you, my dear Arachnae-Athena-Aphrodite.
You helped make my birthday a wonderful one.
