I found a package today on my doorstep. A little surprised, I went to try to figure out what and from whom it was. Inside, there were two model cars from the Franklin Mint. I checked the packing list, and there was no name listed other than mine. But it did show that the cars weren't cheap—about $150 each! Now, we'd gotten anonymous gift packages before, but this one made no sense: first, who would spend $300 dollars on such a surprise, and second, why model cars? I've never shown a particular interest in them or anything.

I discussed this more with fanlain when she got home. She pointed out that these were likely for me, because one of the cars was a model from 1977, so someone knew my birthday. But on the other hand, they must not know me very well, since otherwise they would have picked something more appropriate. We considered it coming from fanlain's family, but they would never spend that much money on me (fanlain and I both get $5 for our birthdays from them.)

Seeing as the "Bill To" address on the packing slip was myself, I decided to check my credit card statement. Lo and behold, there was a charge from the Franklin Mint for $300. This made even less sense. I certainly didn't remember ordering these cars, and though last week was tough and confusing, I seriously doubt I would have ordered model cars by mistake. I thought that maybe someone had stolen my card number, but then why use it to ship cars to me?

Finally, a dim recollection had entered my mind... my sister had asked to borrow my credit card number because she wanted to buy something for a friend but the site would only accept a US shipping address. She asked this the same day as fanlain's sister went into the ICU, so I didn't really pay attention or remember what she wanted to order, but the cars sounded plausible. I checked my email, and indeed, that was what she had done. I gave her a call and we both had a good laugh at my lack of memory. Mystery solved.