My birthday was almost two months ago, so I figured I wasn't going to be getting any more gifts this year. But I should have known that my dear friend Testudo would have been plotting fiendishly all that time.
Today I received a package in the mail. The customs form read "clay knickknack (1)". The box had a label that read "Pet Rock". Clay knickknack? Pet rock? What on earth is Testudo thinking, I wondered?
The answer is this: i.imgur.com/UC5nS.jpg
He was accompanied by note which read, "That's OK. You don't really need to pet me. A Cosma-Politan would hit the spot though."
So this Cosma's for you, T! You're the greatest.