Phantom Subscription

So....right around my birthday, I went downstairs to check my mail (and hoping someone still sends cards when you turn 25) and I found something I wasn't expecting....a Glamour magazine. Oh how nice, I thought! Someone got me the magazine for my birthday. Woohoo! Someone.is.cool. Anyway, so I started getting some cards from some friends and kept waiting for one of them to say "enjoy a year of Glamour magazine" or "I got you 1-year of Glamour, hope you enjoy" or "you should get your present in the form of 12 Glamour magazines."

Yep, I didn't get any of those. So needless to say, I have a subscription and I have no.idea who got it for me. Everyone I thought it would be has sent me a card that hasn't said a thing or had another present with it. So I thought I would be sneaky (or just plain curious and a tad scared!) and go online and see if I could look it up. The only thing the stupid website would tell me is that I'm paid in full for 1 year. So I emailed their non-helpful customer service (can you see that I was already biased?) and asked if I could know who paid for the subscription. Anyway, I haven't heard back as of yet (they say you'll hear within 24 hours and it's been at least 72--see how I am biased?!?!?!?!)

So what would you do? Just be thankful that somehow you got the magazine, ask around or just let it go? I guess it only bothers me because I want to thank whoever got it for me as I think that's a neat present and I do enjoy the magazine! Am I freaking out for no reason? (maybe I don't want you to answer that). I got another one in the mail the other day and almost dropped it (I don't know if I was thinking that perhaps I would only get 1 or what). (I am enjoying using parentheses today)))))).

So, needless to say, I have been sitting on my balcony enjoying Glamour magazines that I'm getting from someone who is a mystery at this point. I am also not following how to lose 10 pounds before the summer (I think it had the word exercise in there...I don't know I was focusing on my cookie) or the "how to find the perfect man" (hahahaha...seriously? no man is perfect and I'm done "finding." He can freakin' find me now.)