Dear Anonymous Gift-Giver,

I returned home yesterday to find another sweet little package on my doorstep, filled to the brim with scented waxes, a wax lamp, and various other wonderful little Scentsy paraphernalia.

I returned home to find this sweet little package was from you, my friend

The only problem is, I don't know who you are.

There is a billing statement, charged to one person - "L.P."

A person, it has to be said, I've never met in real life.

Now, seeing as I have some wonderful kindred spirits out here in the World Wide Web - many whom, indeed, I've never met in real life, either - it seemed reasonable to assume the gift came from one of them. So I started e-mailing, texting, and Tweeting those that I could, trying to find out if any of them was - well - you, my anonymous gift-giving friend.

Except they weren't.

Not a one of them.

Although one such friend said she debated taking credit for it, since you and her share a first name, and, apparently, I'd never be the wiser. Still, honesty won out on her part, and she instead encouraged me to pen this very tome you're now reading. (Thanks, Lucy Marie! )

So thanks to the good conscience of my blogging peers, your identity, L.P., still remained cloaked - a real live mystery to behold.

Therefore, I returned to square one. Otherwise known as good, old-fashioned Google.

Yes, I Googled you, L.P. (Although, it has to be said, I did Google your full name, in an effort to narrow my search, of course. I'm nothing if not a budding private investigator.)

And according to my trusty friend Google, you, L.P., are an independent Scentsy consultant - a job title I immediately wanted after reading it because it just has that kind of ring to it.

But after shaking off the fact that I'm probably not cut out to sell delicious-smelling candles and the like - seeing as how my penchant for cooking with garlic makes my house highly noxious - I returned to the task at hand.

In other words, figuring out who you, L.P. - Independent Scentsy Consultant and Woman At-Large - were.

Still, seeing as how I don't know any actual independent Scentsy consultants, I really only managed to confuse myself some more.

Because, as is the case with all good mysteries, more questions started to arise:

How did you, my anonymous gift-giving friend, find my address? And how did you know that I adored all things pomegranate-scented? And how did you know how much such a gift would touch my heart, seeing as I'm alone with my thoughts most of the time, as my husband is away being all military-esque?

How, L.P., how?

I was even more confused than when I started.

So let's recap, shall we?

After an afternoon of what can only be called "Internet private-eye-ing," all I knew was a) my anonymous, gift-giving friend L.P. has blessed me with an abundance of good-smelling treats, and b) I have no idea where to send the thank-you card.

So, L.P., whomever you are, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate your giving spirit and your humble nature. You gave me a wonderful, anonymous gift - something totally unexpected and incredibly useful. All in my favorite color combination and scent styles. It's like you know me or something.

Which I'm guessing you must. (Or, rather, I'm hoping you must. Because otherwise, I fear I may have some sort of scent-intuitive stalker.)

So, reveal yourself, dear friend. Please.

So I can thank you in person. And light my wax lamp guilt-free, knowing who it was that sent scents to me. (Get it? Sent scents? Come on! Ya gotta let me have one!)

So until we meet again (or for the very first time, perhaps...)

Your pomegranate-loving, not-so-anonymous friend,