I’ve come to you this week in a bout of confusion and ecstasy.
Seven short days ago, I was at work having a rather terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Honestly, that’s usually the case if it’s a weekday and between the hours of 8am and 5pm. All times outside this window are sprinkled with pixie dust and merriment. But seven days ago was different. Because as I was encroaching on the final hour of my workday, I received an email from someone I didn’t know with an attachment I instantly loved. And it changed the course of my life’s trajectory forevermore.
Well, maybe just for the remainder of the workday. But that’s still pretty epic.
At first, I was hesitant. Typically, if I don’t recognize a sender or if there’s no subject line I instantly trash the message. But I was feeling adventurous and clicked on the note in a bout of carelessness. There was a name and a non-spammy looking email address and what looked like a hand-drawn attachment (dear non-gmail users: gmail lets you thumbnail preview attachments. come drink the google koolaid). And since I just couldn’t stop my rabid curiosity, I opened it and found this:
I have no rights to this image except that I adore it. If you own the rights, please email me back. WHY WON’T YOU EMAIL ME BACK!?
Yes – that’s a baby unicorn being tickled. And it’s amazing.
Now, as my longtime readers will recall, I have a doppelganger who lives in California and who has an email address that must be strikingly similar to mine because I frequently receive emails that are intended for her. She is a constant source of frustration in that she won’t email me back and is apparently friends with a bunch of people who don’t feel inclined to say thank you or sorry when I reply to kindly let them know they’ve reached the wrong person. That’s why when I received a receipt for 25 of her students to attend mini golf in California, I considered grabbing 25 of my friends and going to mini-golf in California. But it wasn’t really fiscally responsible. And I guess a little vindictive.
Anyway, it is quite possible that this ticklish baby unicorn was meant for her.
But those longtime readers will also remember that California Doppelganger Jackie is the antithesis of Jackie Blog Jackie. She likes to go places and do things and run and has blonde hair and tan skin and surfs. I don’t like any of those things.
I only actually know about half of those from the emails. The others I intuited.
But given that she is so far away from the core of my personality, is it really possible that we both share a love of this uncontrollably ticklish baby unicorn? I think not.
There is, of course, every possibility that someone doesn’t like me, reads my blog, has gathered that I harbor a love of such things, and forwarded a “Trojan Unicorn” if you will, that has downloaded a big awful virus to my computer. That’s entirely possible. Which is why I have saved this baby unicorn in several places in the event that my computer is wiped out. I will win, Trojan Emailer. You can take my files but you cannot take my newly acquired baby unicorn.
I’ve also considered the possibility that this person reads my blog and actually likes me. Or is indifferent about me and just hopes I’ll blog about their unicorn and make them famous. There’s no way for me to know because I ran the full Jackie Stalking Program on this email address and I came up with a whole lotta nothin’. There are profiles similar to this handle, but no actual content to the profiles or followers associated with them. A reply to the email containing the attachment resulted in complete 7-day silence. So with nothing to go on but my imagination, I’m spinning my own stories.
It could be possible that this *was* indeed intended for someone else and this person is embarrassed that I intercepted something so adorable and unicorn-y.
…Or maybe I’m looking at it wrong and it’s baby unicorn porn.
Well, look at it.
I mean… it could be. It really could be.
Now it feels a little dirty, doesn’t it? With the Lisa Frank 90’s treatment and a little Marvin Gaye on in the background, it’s downright criminal.
It’s a baby, after all. It should not be sexually exploited.
Anyway, enough about baby unicorn porn. My point is that I love it and that no one has claimed it. So instead of hoarding this random wonderfulness to myself, I have bestowed it upon the unholy magical Interwebz. May it find a home. Or an owner. Or millions of adorable-loving fans.
But hopefully not baby unicornphiles. That would be criminal. ♣
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