. . . in which @medz tries to kill me

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So we got home from dinner last night and there was an Amazon package sitting on the front porch. Things have been a little bit tight lately, so I was especially self-conscious. The realization that I couldn't even remember what I might have ordered (yeah, apparently it was so important that I forgot all about it) made me even more self-conscious. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," I thought frantically, "what the fuck did I order? . . . from Amazon (so I didn't even have the excuse of a killer daily deal)? . . . just a couple of days ago?"

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," I kept thinking.

"Maybe it's a gift?" I said halfheartedly, maybe 40% believing this might actually be true.

We got it inside and wifey ripped it open to find these lovely confections from @medz--a sympathetic response to the disappointing paucity of candy in my fuku--and with the assuring addendum that, yes, they're even gluten-free.

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No offense, @medz, but I always confirm these things. Sure enough, they're (at least potentially) produced on shared equipment and may be contaminated with wheat.

So what gives, @medz?

Given the degree of confusion around these parts lately, I feel compelled to clarify that I am of course kidding. Despite the potential incidental--but alas, still consequential--presence of the evil glutens (which wouldn't have killed me immediately), this was a lovely gift, wholly undeserved--well, the snark was deserved, but the actual kindness wasn't. It was wonderful and sweet and funny, and confirms to me that we Mehicans are the best mediocre people. Anywhere. Ever. Well, at least meh-be.

We laughed. And I smiled for a while afterwards. I think my wife was a little baffled. Maybe this shows her how awesome meh is. Maybe it just confirms to her that we're all batshit crazy and should get a life. The two of course aren't mutually exclusive.

And though I couldn't personally enjoy them, it's probably all the better that the wife could. She even enjoyed them in front of me ("crunch crunch crunch," and I could just hear her in the depths of her soul--above the crunching even--rapturously savoring their chocolatey deliciousness) leaving me to root through the cupboards for my own tasty treat. I found some reasonably palatable granola, fwiw. Sigh.

Truly. It was a great thing to do, all the better for its various twists. Thanks, @medz