When my professional lizard hunting husband or (Dr. P.L.H.H. as he is known in professional circles) travels for work I always say, bring me back a present I would like! The, "I would like" part is the real problem. Especially since most of his traveling for "business" sends him to far off deserts in the middle of nowhere Mexico, Arizona, New Mexico and anywhere else where you just can't readily buy one or 6 of these or even one of these. I certainly don't need another, "my over-educated husband went to the Sonora desert and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" emblazed addition to my wardrobe. So when he came back last trip and said he got me something, I was intrigued. Could he actually please the world's most snobby gift receiver whos taste circumnavigates the impossible to find, the not legal to own, and the costs over a million dollars realm of gifts? The answer this time was YES! Out of his dust covered totally gross bazillion year old duffle bag came this lovely gift. It looks to be a bone from a cow, whale, or dinosaur, we can't decide. The one thing that I did decide is when I saw this special gift I knew that this man "understood me", "he got me" and I needed to marry him. And I did. I love you bug, and happy 2 month and 16 day anniversary.