There’s nothing like getting a note on your door that you have a package when you’re not expecting anything.

These days I’m so jaded, I expect it to be from the IRS or something, although I’m living proof that when you fight authority, authority does not always win (if you’re under 35 you probably won’t get that reference, lol). Case in point: Piper vs. The Internal Revenue Service. Just so you know, them guys can’t add for shit. Never, ever, hesitate to question their cipherin’. Just because you use the Turbo Tax don’t mean they do.

But I digress…..

I was on the phone with one of my hunny bunnies (i.e. favorite guys) when I walked out of my apartment and saw the little note hanging on my doorknob. You have a package, it said, and I was to pick it up at my earliest convenience. “What could it be?” I mused.

Could it be? Could it really be…..a surcie!?!

I know. You have no freaking idea what a surcie is, so let me enlighten you:

My first 2 1/2 years of college were spent at a small women’s college. Yes, dearie, you read that correctly: Piper went to a girls’ school. It makes me chuckle to think about it now, lol. But even though it was kind of like an extension of high school and I eventually outgrew it, there was one thing I had to hand it to my school: they flat-out knew how to do the surcie.

Surcie is a southern concept. And I mean way southern: Lowcountry SC and Georgia, where the people really say CHAHLES-ton and sah-VAN-nahhh. Very proper off-the-plantation southern. You may think that all southern is the same, especially in the same state, but that is not so. In SC, there is the Upstate, the Midlands, and the Lowcountry.

The Upstate has a history of textile mills and little mill villages everywhere. Gorgeous, if slightly sad, brick mills still stand, waiting to be turned into upscale apartments for the hip professionals coming to work for all of the automobile and other manufacturers flocking to the south.

Midlands….well, you just want to skip that. I spent years there going to school, and that is just a hot, sweaty, and miserable place. No offense Midlands people! 😉

Lowcountry? That’s Chahles-ton, home of the surcie, lol.

Surcies are unexpected gifts just because. And I don’t really care who you are, surcies make you happy.

Surcies happen to make me squeal 🙂

The only problem with my surcie was it came without a name, and that made me sad because I don’t know who to thank. Not to mention, this particular gift lends itself to a gift in response…..say a sexy custom audio of my gifter’s choosing, perhaps? 😉

So, if you’re my lovely giver of the surcie, please drop me an email or comment here, because I want to treat you to something lovely….and dirty….and quite possibly depraved. LOL. To make sure it’s really you, please tell me the date you placed your order, the type of gift you sent, and the make of the item.

Can’t wait to thank you in person. I’ll try not to squeal in your ear!