arrived today. I answered the door for the DHL man in my bathrobe and greasy hair. It was only 11 AM. Maybe I had the flu, right?



This one was addressed to me and clearly marked as coming from Amazon. Aaron and I both assumed it was the web-cam we ordered to communicate with Papa and GG (A's parents who live in Oregon) after we move to WI. We were wrong. Check it out.


Mmm. Mighty big box. And, I know you can't tell, but it really is addressed to me this time.

Lots of air-pillows. I prefer snowman poop. Even though I know this stuff is probably better for the environment and all. It just doesn't say "party" the way snowman poop does.

Oooh! Look at the pretty wrapping! It was almost too pretty to rip into. Almost.

In case the flash-glare impedes your stellar reading skills, it says:

My sissy emailed me after I thanked her for the watch. She said Aaron "cut [her] out" of the watch pool, so now she looked like a lousy sister with nothing to send me on our birthday. But, now we all know, she did just great and it's me who's the lousy one. Cuz, look. This is all I got for her (so far). And it is still sitting on my kitchen side-table. Unsigned. At least I have a few good reasons. This year.