Going Postal

You know, being a bad blogger keeps me up at night.

Not really.  It probably should, though.  Right now, it happens to be night, and I happen to be awake, so I figured, why the hell not write a new entry?!  And, to keep it exciting for you, I decided to document our latest delivery from Crazytown.

Last week was the Hubs' birthday.  His parents sent us (yes, addressed to me too) a package full of um, interesting (?) items?

Let's dive right in, shall we?

First of all, I know I need to start using my real camera to take pictures, and not just the camera on my phone. I really have a feeling it would make a WORLD of difference.  But, when a mystery box is delivered to your front door, you want to open it as soon as possible and blog about it, and sometimes there isn't a chance to get out the real camera and document everything in 12 megapixels.  Deal with it.

Ok.  Back to the delivery at hand.  And to answer your question, yes, you are seeing a shirt box (wrapped in the lovely sailboat wrapping paper on the right) AND a box of tissues from Targ.et (on the left).  What birthday is not complete without a box of tissues?  Maybe they knew the Hubs was going to cry, so it was anticipatory? 

Underneath the shirtbox wrapped in sailboats:  What do we have here?  Starting from the top left, it looks like a stack of matching sailboat napkins?  Oh Em GEE!  It IS a stack of matching sailboat napkins!  Literally.  The Hubs received a stack (which reeked of cigarettes, by the way) of everyday paper kitchen napkins.  Who gives napkins?  For what it's worth, they were immediately relocated to the trash can, because they had absorbed all the smoke, and really, I am not wiping my face with that, no matter HOW "green" and not-wasteful (is that a word?) I try to be.  The blurry thing to the right is his hand trying to remove the other item - stacks of papers and pamphlets, each with a post-it explaining themselves.

This is the stack of papers and pamphlets with their respective post-it notes (in a coordinated green and blue).  Be impressed.  It looks like my MIL took every real estate pamphlet that was mailed to her house, made notes about the evil agents who were selling her neighbors homes (ever stop to think they were moving away from YOU?), and sent it to the Hubs.  Who also happens to dabble in real estate, so I guess that's the connection?  There was also the placemat from the Irish Pub FIL took her to for their anniversary dinner, along with a photo copy of the card FIL gave MIL on their anniversary.  It's just like we were there with them.  Also included was an off color joke about Obama, with a note to not read it to his supporters (The Hubs and I try to avoid political conversations with them whenever possible because they are ignorant right wing-nuts).

Of course, I can't tell you all about a package without showing you the envelopes and stickers!  The Hubs and I joke that his inheritance is being wasted on stickers.  Can you blame us?  All these stickers had to cost a small fortune.  And, when the MIL and SIL tell us they are mailing a package, they have to get to the "sticker store", which, to regular people means a scrapbook store, where you can purchase severely cute, but overpriced stickers for archiving and making memories.  Not for throwing away!  I mean, do people ever keep the envelopes?  I know we don't at this house.  We have a time limit for keeping cards and such too.  It's okay, you can tell us that we are not sentimental and that our hearts are chiseled from cold stone.  We just don't like clutter. 

At the end of the day, these were the gifts for the Hubs.  White athletic socks, as you can see in the background, 2 DVDs - Sherlo.ck Hol.mes and Ma.rley and Me - that have already been opened and watched by MIL and SIL, a hideous Hawaiian print shirt that FIL is obsessed with (he buys them for the Hubs for every birthday and holiday, and sadly, they sit in a large box in the closet, with no intention of ever being worn), and a pair of ill fitting jeans purchased from the PX.

So, there you have it, folks.  Another delivery from Crazytown.  August is a good month here at our household.  Plenty of randomness disguised as birthday gifts.  I know you're jealous.