I came home to this shirt in my mailbox, wrapped up all pretty-like:
Best. Shirt. Ever.
Who knows me this well? WHO? I shrieked at my husband for about 10 minutes insisting that he MUST have bought me this shirt because seriously? Who would ever think to get me a shirt involving nerds and zombies? It took me several minutes to calm down enough to find the little card that said it was from my BOOBs Secret Santa.
I wish I knew who she is because I would give her a big, sloppy kiss.
I don't know who you are, Secret Santa, but I love you.