Homerun Hitter

I was a little nervous, when Mike told me that he picked out and ordered my birthday present earlier this week. Usually, present choosing is a group activity; at minimum, it requires consultation. I'm finicky. I'm picky. And, I'm also a pretty spoiled pain in the ass. 

My immediate initial reaction, of course, was to pout. Mike reassured me that he nailed it, and I had no reason to preemptively doubt his gift-giving capabilities. Then, he upped the ante by agreeing to let me open my gift when the UPS guy delivered it (My birthday isn't until June 5)....  

Tonight, I met the delivery dude at the door. You can imagine my delight when I tore the boxes open and found these.

I had to share my excitement. I texted my mom a picture; she said "COOL!" in her preschool teacher voice, and then asked me "What does it do?" ... I thought maybe you would be better suited to share my giddy enthusiasm. (Love you, Mom). 


Mike, I'm sorry I doubted your ability to pluck a present right out of my mental wish list. You knocked this one out of the park!