the packages.

I received four packages and seventeen stares of hatred/jealousy this afternoon. Then I bribed three people with the chocolaty contents to help me carry them to my house.

Just to let everyone know, I am good on tampons and granola bars for at least until next January. It was so much fun opening all this stuff – like Christmas came early!


Moments after ripping apart the packages, I made myself completely ill. I ate peanut butter & jelly with the butter sticks, inhaled three packages of peanuts, went to town on some trail mix with dried cranberries, munched on a few two-week old cookies, popped in six or seven scotchmallows, and washed it down with protein powder in a glass of milk.

My favorite things in the packages (aside from the homemade $25 bottle of boysenberry jelly I know was hard for the Walkerton household to part with) were the pictures from Betty. The only thing those pictures made fat was my photo album and they also put a huge smile on my face.


Thank you everyone for the packages. I can now throw out my Holiday Inn towel I “acquired” in D.C.