Yesterday morning my dad called me, this is what happened:
Dad: Hey, what are you doing?
Me: Nothing.
Dad: So, do you have time to stop by the house for a while?
Me: Yeah.
Dad: Ok, come on by, see you in a little bit.
Um, my parents don't usually call and need me to stop by immediately... or if they are inviting me over there is usually some sort of reason like "we just made dinner and thought you might like to eat tonight." Also, my dad's voice sounded pretty foreboding. I figured that a) I was in trouble for something (what? who knows, but it would probably be pretty bad considering I'm 25 and don't live with my parents) or b) someone died. So, I run out the door trying to prepare myself for whatever bad news was sure to come my way... when I get to my dad's I walk in the door and on the kitchen table is a big box with a card with my name on it. Of course me initial reaction was to look at my step-mom and say "wait... so no one died?" No one died. But this is what they got me:
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