Delivery from Crazytown, Part I

Late last week, I received a package from my in-laws, AKA, Crazytown.  I have told my friends about these infamous packages many times before, but until someone actually sees what is sent (and is there to actually watch me open it), no one beleives me.  Lots of my friends and family members often think I am exagerating when I describe the specific brand of Crazy these people subscribe to. 

So, with out further ado, please allow me to present to you, THIS YEAR'S HALLOWEEN PACKAGE:

Official 2009 Halloween Package from Crazytown

You'll have to pardon the poor quality of the pictures, I took them in haste with my Blackberry before the Hubs threatened to take away all these wonderful goodies and throw them away.  Because that's what he does with them.  Read on, you'll understand why.

This lovely ensamble of holiday goodies came in a brown box package.  I should have photographed that too.  The whole package was the size of a shoe box.  Inside the box was this incredibly decorated manilla envelope (decorated with stickers of leaves and embellished with ribbon), a small cardboard box filled with store bought cookies to make them look homemade, a thousand pounds of bubble wrap - Heaven forbid the cookies break, and enough smoke to make you think you were in the Marlboro factory.  The whole box smelled, all the bubble wrap smelled, even the cookies.  Delicious.  (Please note the sarcasm).  I opened the package, the Hubs walked in the room, recognized the smell, and immediately gave me the glare that can only mean "stop opening that package now, and throw everything away immediately".  If course I do not do that, what fun would that be?

So, back to these wonderful treats from the in-laws.  Everything you see was stuffed inside this manilla envelope.  To the right of the manilla envelope decorated ornately in stickers of fall leaves is a letter.  A handwritten letter.  A SEVEN-PAGE, FRONT AND BACK, HANDWRITTEN LETTER.  Seriously people.  It's 2009.  The letter is from my MIL, and it talks about everything, and nothing important.  Her chicken scratch is hard to read, and struggling through it is a lot like having an actual conversation with her.  The letter talks about the recent trip to Bumdoggle to visit the Hubs older sister and her husband and their children.  And their four thousand animals.  It talks about our upcoming visit for Faux Thanksgiving (DREAD), and of course more animals (their own) and dead flowers in their garden, and generally how miserable everything is.

Below that is an orange envelope covered in even more stickers:  Here's a close up of both the front and back of the envelope:

(The gray blob in the middle is where I blocked out our names)

In this envelope is a card that sings (of course).  The card is in the middle of the first picture.  For what it's worth, the card actually sings that creepy theme from the Halloween movies - fitting, right?

You can see on the bottom left-hand side of the first photo that there is also a SECOND card, complete with ANOTHER hand written note inside. I don't even remember what this note said, I had lost interest. Sometimes it's just too much to read.

On the middle left hand side, you will see what look like owl eyes.  This was a momento from my SIL, and I will explain more about all that tomorrow :)