My husband and I get home tonight, and I see this on my front porch:
I lean over and see the sender's name:
Charla. Freakin'. Arabie!
At this point, I just burst out laughing. It could've been a bomb or a corpse or a new puppy or just a couple of square feet of Louisiana heat and humidity, but I was screeching like a hyena (she has that effect on me, I've noticed).
Turns out she did send me a bit of Louisiana:
See what she sent!
I am smiling and grateful and cannot imagine how I deserved the honor! (Now come up here and make me some beignets.)