Squirrel Thoughts

I hope everyone had a great time celebrating Thanksgivukkah, the epic, totally real holiday combining Thanksgiving and Hanukkah! The two holidays overlapped this year, and you won’t have another chance to celebrate it for approximately 80 gazillion years!

(I should probably note that I am not, in fact, Jewish. I’m a full-blooded Gentile. I just wish I were. I’m Jew-wish, if you will.)

We honored the rare holiday in the best way possible: With T-shirts and sweet potato latkes!

Gobble tov!

<br>

But our celebration was almost ruined — RUINED, I say! — by a freak delivery mix-up, courtesy of zazzle.com.

See, I ordered two sweet shirts at the end of October: One Thanksgivukkah shirt for me, pictured above, and one particularly adorable shirt for my (actually) Jewish friend’s even more adorable 2-year-old son:

<br>

The package arrived in plenty of time. But much to my dismay, when I ripped it open, the contents consisted of these, which had absolutely nothing to do with Thanksgivukkah:

<br>

Seems my order got mixed up with that of some lady in Pennsylvania. While I’m sure she was ecstatic to receive this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show off some amazing Thanksgivukkah shirts instead of her order featuring every Disney character ever created, I was quite dismayed that my shirts had not made it safely to Montana.

Fortunately, Zazzle’s customer service was quite accommodating in getting the mix-up sorted out. I called, and they assured me they’d get my actual shirts out to me right away. (They arrived  in plenty of time for the festivities.) I asked how I should go about sending the wrong shirts back, and they said I didn’t need to worry about it. I asked if they were sure I didn’t need to send them back. They were.

So, there I was, stuck with these Disney monstrosities, size XXL and child’s medium, with no one to, uh, regift them to.

Luckily, upon hearing my tale at work, one of my friends said she’d gladly take the Mickey and Co. shirt off my hands. See, her brother’s birthday also fell on Thanksgivukkah, and he had apparently slighted her a gift for her most recent birthday. And, according to my co-worker, getting a giant Disney shirt with “The gang’s all here for my birthday!” splashed across it is, in fact, worse than getting nothing at all for your birthday.

She was right:

Glad I could help make another Thanksgivukkah miracle come true, Kristen!

So, I still have a pink Winnie the Pooh shirt in a child’s medium up for grabs. Let me know if you need help fulfilling any Thanksgivukkah and/or Festivus miracles!