Remember when you were a kid, and you told your parents, grandparents, aunts/uncles,
the mailman and anyone else you could catch EXACTLY what you wanted?
And then your birthday rolled around and you got hand-knitted mittens? ...and you
couldn't complain, 'cuz Aunt Sally put a lot of love and care into those mittens, and
really they're totally better than the toy X-Wing fighter with flashing lights and sound...
The moral of the story: you can get what you really want, or you can get a surprise, but
you really can't have both.... and hey, hand-knitted mittens are nice
I refuse to get my hopes up, plan travel or otherwise look forward to this, cuz if I do, it's gonna
be the niftiest hand-knitted mittens ever, and I don't wanna jinx it for everyone else.