And to all a good night

So today was one of those days when I get stupidly caught up and dissatisfied with my appearance. I spent my morning doing battle with my hair to no avail and realizing only halfway down the block that I had forgotten to put on even an iota of makeup.

The flourescent light over the bathroom mirror at work cruelly confirmed that the hair/face situation had been in no way improved by the brisk walk in. I was so battily insensed by my own reflection that I almost didn't notice this:



"Well that's...festive?" I thought, stopping mid-growl and letting go of my tortured locks to take a closer look at the blissful little mouse gracing a card leaning against the wall just below the mirror as though on a Christmas mantle.

Oddly enough, it was not a complete surprise to find something like this in the ladies room. There is some sneaky sweetheart who, for whatever reason, from time to time leaves what we assume are meant to be little gifts to whoever finds them. So far I've seen cute little notebooks and pencils, but I've heard tell of toonies being left on occasion as well. To be honest, I've never been sure whether or not to find the whole thing quirky and nice or creepy, especially as some of the gifts are left not on the counter but on the actual toilet tank. Like presents from a really mixed up tooth fairy.

That uncertainty didn't have a chance against my insatiable curiosity however. So I immediately opened the card to find this:



Another gorgeous creation from the beautiful minds at Papaya Art cleverly shrunk down to fridge magnet size.

And this:




Well.

Let's just say the hair didn't seem so important after that and my face was vastly improved by an ear-to-ear grin.

Thanks Santa.