So this is the Day-of-the-Dead-style light-up skull that I bought at Tuesday Morning and then sent to a friend.  I packed it with assiduous care, but of course it arrived broken anyway, because U.S. postal employees are a brutish, godless people who know no love nor any mercy.

Anyway, the people at Tuesday Morning in my friend’s town let her exchange it, no problem — even when it was abundantly clear that it wasn’t the company’s fault.  And the salesperson was really nice about it.

And the skull itself is wicked-cool, isn’t it?