And none of those "Swarovski Crystal" figurines, either...

There was a time when the ongoing joke amongst friends was that with every new relationship I began, I would inevitably receive the gift of Sea Monkeys. For real. Three separate relationships started (and subsequently ended) wherein the first gift was that of brine shrimp. And while I appreciate the novelty of Sea Monkeys, my curiosity more or less peaked at the age of 12. So I'm left wondering: what was it about me that screamed "dehydrated shell fish"?

Along the same lines, I'm now currently the owner of multiple... Nay, numerous... miniature personal library kits. At the moment, I probably have half a dozen of these little gems in my possession, all of which have been gifts from very well intentioned friends. And while I made active use of my first personal library kit, I'm not quite sure what to do with the rest...? Wallpaper the spare room? Line the litter tray? Label and date my sweaters?

I'm slightly concerned what the third gift phase of my life will bring. Pray Shiloh my Carlsberg years don't bring with them a body language that screams "Royal Doulton"...