In which Ted sends us a Christmas present and Primo and I are like, "Really!?"

I am working at home this week (loooooooove my boss), which means I do not even get out of my pajamas until noon, which is when I change into gym clothes, go down to the basement, turn on the roku, and work out with Kelly on FitnessBlender.com.

Try her. I like her.

I am working at home which means I see the mail when it arrives.

A box. A box arrived.

A box from Harry and David. (Which BTW is one of the many catalog companies that keep sending crap to Sly and Doris and I keep trying to get them to STOP.)

A box full of eels.

I joke!

A box full of pears.

Looks delish.

It is from Ted and Ted'sWife.

They have never even sent us a card before. I have never even sent them a card, so we are even. But I am also of the philosophy that the husband takes care of his side of the family and the wife takes care of hers. Just because I married Primo does not mean I assumed all of his social communications duties.

A present. From Ted. Who has not been nasty to Primo for weeks.

Primo is happy.

I am happy, too, that Ted is not being nasty, but I do not trust him.

I messaged Stephanie and asked if Ted has ever sent her a Christmas present. She says they had exchanged some gifts but that was way before she and Jack divorced.

The evidence, ladies and gents of the jury:

1. Ted has never sent us a present before
2. Ted has never sent us a card before
3. Ted has not been in the habit of communicating with Primo (or me) since - well, since ever
4. Do you think Ted wants something?
5. I do.