Missing!

So first a little background. The company I work for (Saatchi & Saatchi X) supports a charity called Thompson Murray Children's Foundation (TMCF). There are various fundraisers throughout the year – large and small. Each month a different department coordinates a fundraiser that involves the entire agency. The month of January was the Creative Department. The creatives decided to make their fundraiser last all year by designing The D1RTY DO2EN. The D1RTY DO2EN is a collection of Tshirts, designed in-house by our own art directors and graphic designers — one for each month of 2007. So each month I get an email with a preview of next month's Tshirt. I, however, ordered all of them upfront so that I would get the baker's dozen — the bonus 13th shirt at the end of the year. All proceeds go to TMCF.

So I am down for 2 Tshirts each month, 1 for Becky and 1 for Laura. Each month since January, I get 2 Tshirts in my mailbox at work and I mail them to Becky and Laura. They send me hilarious pictures of themselves wearing the Tshirts. See below.

January 

  

 

 

   February: No real story provided for the random photos. They're entertaining just the same.

March:  The story given for these photos was "Becky & I were the only ones home and we wanted to take a picture for you– so we had to call upon the use of the timer on my camera.  So I set the timer, and went to run into position, and stepped right into the corner of one of Mom & Dad's end tables.  It was very sharp- and there was screaming and dancing around… So the first picture of Becky is what the camera caught when it finally went off.  (I think I was in the floor crying by the time it actually took the picture…)  The second picture is my heel and the damage that was done by the table.  See that giant red line down the right side?  Yeah- OUCH.  So then we got it all set up and I hit the button again- but I forgot to set the timer… so that's pic #3.  Becky just chillin'   And then… finally we got it!  :)  I just thought you should know what kind of effort went into this."

You get the idea.

So the April shirt was really late coming in and was quickly followed by the May shirt so I had both in my mailbox ready to send to the girls when I realized Becky would be in Fayetteville the next week — so I decided to save on postage and send them home with her. Good plan. So I left them down in my mailbox that week and went to get them the day before Becky would arrive in town. They weren't there! Someone had taken one of each of them. There's only one each of the April and May shirts. So I check with my mailbox-mate. Nothing. I check in with Creative to see if there are extras. Nothing. So, Tuesday of this week, I sent out the following email to the entire agency: