Yesterday Nat (the letter carrier) knocked on my door rather loudly and ruined my nap.  Or so I thought until he handed me a package with this card in it.

           Kristen--Thought you might like this outfit for The Boy for Halloween.  Or preschool.  Or church.  Ruthie was
           my 'little devil'  but it just didn't seem to suit Thomas, who is more like an angel.  Or the Marlboro Man.

With that, I pulled out the mystery surprise to find THIS. 



I would say that my reaction was that "I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants" but if you have ever been pregnant, you realize that statement is the equivalent to "when I woke up this morning I decided to breathe" and doesn't necessarily reflect the truly hilarity I felt.

Zug, you are the best.

Ed. note:  To all those who MAY be offended (mom) by the fact that I have now equated my son with the devil and who the hell is this person that would send me such an outfit, I would just like to say that I'm sure Jen meant it in the "Little-Devil-sitting-on-your-shoulder-oh-go-ahead-and-have-another-piece-of-cake-who's-gonna-notice-you-are-pregnant-for-heaven's-sake" kind of way rather than the "Supreme-Ruler-Of-Darkness-And-All-Evil-Kind-Of-Way."  I know that's what I was thinking....  Really.