Today, the following came in the mail:
~A package from Amazon, containing two books I had ordered and a sample of men's deodorant I had not. (If anyone wants it, let me know.)
~A king cake, which turned out to be from my aunt. She's never sent me a king cake before, so I certainly wasn't expecting it. She also doesn't send notes with things, though, so I don't know why she sent it, either. I guess I'll take it to class tomorrow, since there's no way I'll eat a king cake myself.
~A card from Rhonda, with an article about a random heart-stopping condition.
~A valentine from Julia. (ok, that one's not weird at all.)
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Ah yes, King Cakes, a New Orleans Mardi Gras tradition. There should be a little plastic baby or some such thing buried in it. Whoever gets it in their piece has to throw a party. Yeah, doesn't make much sense, but that's how it was explained to me. Happy sugar high!
As I have received it, the tradition says that the person who gets the baby has to buy the king cake next year.
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