Re-gifting

There is a Toys for Tots marathon-toy-giveaway-thing at my job. And there are lots of people who participate to give gifts for families like mine. (sarcasm)
A friend of mine, who I will keep anonymous so that the envy won't run green, did so, she chose a little boy, like Diego. She also arrived late, like my family, and had a trunk full of gifts to donate. And I was the selected participant.
I now know what it feels like to win something. I was so excited I didn't even know how to begin to say thank-you.
I met with her, and there was a football (going to Mike), a soccer ball (going to Mike), Clue game (going to Diego to replace the one Mike destroyed and Juno ate), BMX figures (there are two, they each get one), Beyblade (Diego), toy car (Mike). And a couple more things. I feel so blessed. My trunk was full, now my back seat. The problem was where to hide all the toys. Mike is not too far from being a criminal mastermind, the child goes on you tube from my phone, this will be no challenge for my little Kaiser Strozer (Usual Suspects).
I did not have much wrap for the boys, now they have toys to open, lots of them.
*Fastforward to Sunday*
Sunday morning I woke up to a broken fridge, melted ice cream, warm milk, I had to throw out all of the food that spoiled, there was more than I thought. The condomints went to the fridge in the back shed, as did the milk, eggs, cheese, and the rest I could salvage. (My mother in laws fridge for the gross stuff)
Before moving the food, I cleaned out the stinky fridge, there was green stuff, gooey stuff, and gray matter, I windexed the entire thing and re-organized the stinky stuff, possibly worms, mini fish that should be pets and veggies that should have spoiled but had now passed the rotten stage and was in a food cycle stage of its own.
The segregated food fit just right, but nothing else fit. We can't buy another fridge, so it will be fast food until pay day. Lots of cereal days to come.
I dropped Mike off with the mother in law, went to go check on them, found them playing football with a diaper, not a poopy one, let's be grateful for the little things, a pee-peed one, wrapped into a square resembling an egg roll. She threw the ball, Mike caught the ball, I clapped and went back to my disaster.
My father and hubby were working on the fridge, knowing my husband, if he tried to fix it, he would probably end up wiring the fax to the microwave, which would make one hell a trick, fax a picture to the microwave and open the microwave up to a meal, something like they did on Weird Science with that chic with the hooker lips.
I went out for Happy Meals and got a call from my grandma, she desperately wanted me to take her to the store to buy the boys' gifts. And this is where my light bulb went off, "How about the toys I have in the trunk? I have the Simpson's Monopoly, a ball pit, and Club Penguin cards, I'll sell it to you?"
We agreed on a price, I went to her house, emptied the trunk, reloaded the trunk with the charity gifts, made the drop off, exchanged the merchandise for the cash, yes like they do in the corner, and went back into my car to McDonald's.
It's really amazing how things work out sometimes. Thank you Christmas Angel.