Meet Francie

So tonight I receive a box from my dear friend, clearing. Never mind that I owe her a box ... I get a box on my doorstep.

I love getting mail from her. There's always perfume involved! And beautiful wrappings! And girl stuff! And ... And it's a Valentine's box!

Excited (and guilty), I take a razor blade to the box and carefully open it, lifting out the first layer of bubble wrap.

Awwwwwww, there's a gold and lace Valentine right on top. Awwwwww.

And a note on one of the beautifully wrapped packages. That says: "Francie."

FRANCIE? Who's Francie? WHO'S FRANCIE????????

Well. *snif* Maybe clearing sent a box to the wrong person. *snif* All this beautiful stuff, not for me. *snif*

But, to make sure, I do the revolutionary thing. No, not email. I PICK UP THE PHONE AND CALL HER. YES! I actually speak to her, and say -- "Um. This is a gorgeous box. Who's Francie?"

I should explain. Clearing has three daughters and still has one foot in the Barbie era. Turns out that Francie is Barbie's good friend. And this is clearing's gentle joke on me:

I'M FRANCIE!

I get to keep the box! La La La La La!

And it has a sample of vintage Shiseido Nombre Noir in it!!

Good thing I'm Francie.