The Mysterious Swag Box
I received a mysterious package in the mail yesterday. I'm always expecting something from eBay, but I didn't order anything lately that would come in a package this big.
Continue reading if you are interested in the contents. It gets a little creepy.
Under the first layer of bubble wrap and sisal, I found this note:
I unwrapped about a mile of bubble wrap and found this jar.
I pulled out lots of items. First, a boat key (which is neat, because my husband can use a floating key ring for the old boat he bought a couple of months ago). The ring says "Discovery Marina".
Next, a shark's tooth on a copper tag. It's a big tooth, so I put my hand in the picture for reference.
Taking up most of the room in the jar was a swimsuit. Would it fit? I don't believe so, and there's no size tag. My kids were diligent in looking for one, go figure. But it is unusable anyway, as you can see.
There was a folded up piece of paper that turned out to be a sign. My new teenage son will fight to have this in his room, along with the biohazard signs.
As if all those things weren't ominous enough, the small newspaper clipping at the bottom was the real kicker.
My funeral is today? How cool and creepy at the same time! I guess I've joined Jeff Goldblum and P.T. Barnum in that exclusive club of folks who get to read their own obituary. My oldest daughter was pretty well rattled by it. I assured her that since we live about 800 miles from the nearest coast, the chances of me being eaten by a shark are approximately 0%. My real life name and town, which are correct in the clipping, have been redacted for the photo,
Nothing in this package said so, but of course this all has to do with an annual event we've all come to know and love. You can follow the progress of this weird promotion as it unfolds at Frenzied Waters. Thanks, Discovery Channel!
Continue reading if you are interested in the contents. It gets a little creepy.
Under the first layer of bubble wrap and sisal, I found this note:
This jar holds a story - the story of a single tragic incident that needs to be unlocked. Dive in, investigate the evidence and discover what lies beneath the surface of frenziedwaters.com
I unwrapped about a mile of bubble wrap and found this jar.
I pulled out lots of items. First, a boat key (which is neat, because my husband can use a floating key ring for the old boat he bought a couple of months ago). The ring says "Discovery Marina".
Next, a shark's tooth on a copper tag. It's a big tooth, so I put my hand in the picture for reference.
Taking up most of the room in the jar was a swimsuit. Would it fit? I don't believe so, and there's no size tag. My kids were diligent in looking for one, go figure. But it is unusable anyway, as you can see.
There was a folded up piece of paper that turned out to be a sign. My new teenage son will fight to have this in his room, along with the biohazard signs.
As if all those things weren't ominous enough, the small newspaper clipping at the bottom was the real kicker.
My funeral is today? How cool and creepy at the same time! I guess I've joined Jeff Goldblum and P.T. Barnum in that exclusive club of folks who get to read their own obituary. My oldest daughter was pretty well rattled by it. I assured her that since we live about 800 miles from the nearest coast, the chances of me being eaten by a shark are approximately 0%. My real life name and town, which are correct in the clipping, have been redacted for the photo,
Nothing in this package said so, but of course this all has to do with an annual event we've all come to know and love. You can follow the progress of this weird promotion as it unfolds at Frenzied Waters. Thanks, Discovery Channel!
