You guys! YOU GUYS! I've got my first gift from a fan!
Okay, maybe it's just a picture from my neighbor who got it from her husband's grandmother because she knew I'd love it and find it stupendously awesome, BUT STILL.
FAN PRESENTS! (Except not really.)
And just look:
It was taped to our door when we got back from our Thomas Family Thanksgiving of 1000 Desserts.
If you can't crack a smile and possibly gain 13 pounds of man-muscle just by looking at it, well, that's probably the definition of being un-American.
And you're probably a terrorist.
I love my neighbors.