Strange mail

[eirias]

We came home after a shopping trip to find an unmarked (not mailed) gift bag in our mailbox. It contained two T-shirts featuring fish skeleton pirates. We hemmed and hawed, then decided it was probably meant for another apartment, and that if we were wrong we could expect a phone message explaining it. Well, we got three phone messages but they didn't really explain it. It was a male guest at our wedding last summer, calling from a Maryland number, saying he was "in the neighborhood," wondering why we weren't home, and saying that we should get what the gift is about and if we don't, oh well, we'll just think it's goofy. He never identified himself.

We don't know what the fish skeleton pirates are about, needless to say.

My best guess is that this is my mom's best friend's husband, who has been a bit troubled these last years. It kind of sounds like his voice, and it would be in character for him to do something this impulsive. He was, after all, the one who chose my wedding day to compliment me on the sweat stain between my breasts. And he was the one to tell me, upon meeting Graham for the first time, at my grandfather's funeral, "no wonder your mom liked sam16 better." So in comparison to those things, this is pretty tame. It's not rude, it's even almost friendly. Almost.

EDIT: I am now fairly certain that it was this guy, because my mom happened to mention to me in an email this morning that she talked to her friend last night because Troubled Husband is out of town.

Comments

[sam16.livejournal.com]

Creeeeeeepy....

[madmanatw.livejournal.com]

Wow.

[rms10.livejournal.com]

Huh.

It seems like the nicest thing he's ever done, maybe.

[ovariance.livejournal.com]

Wow. . .sweaty boobstain remarker and funeral matchmaking. . .I think I feel better about myself now compared to that guy.

Will you two wear the shirts on the same day in defiance of couple wardrobe faux pax?

Every few months I think about an anonymous gift I got for high school graduation. A few days after the actual ceremony there was a copy of All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten in the mailbox at That House. In a female's handwriting it had the short form of my first and last name. And that was it. No inscription, no "from" or anything.

I never could figure out who gave it to me and I never asked anyone either. I still have it [but it is packed up right now].

Well anyway, now you can yelp a BONEY YAARRRR!

touched by his noodly appendage

[yay4myknickers.livejournal.com]

wow i think you'll find it is the sign of the Church Of The Flying Spaghetti Monster.
no joke :)

http://www.flyingspaghettimonster.com/

my guess is a well-wishing pastafarian is sending out some noodly goodness!

(also those shirts cost money!)
congrats

Re: touched by his noodly appendage

[eirias.livejournal.com]

Gosh. You know, that was actually my first thought, what with the skeleton/fish/Christ thing in combination with piracy; but I looked for info on the FSM phenomenon and didn't see that logo anywhere. But now I do see it on shirts just like ours. Fascinating. Thanks for the heads up! (How did you find this post, by the by? We don't appear to know anyone in common...)

Re: touched by his noodly appendage

[yay4myknickers.livejournal.com]

um im not sure, i guess i was looking thru a community or something