When I was a child, there was only one thing that was better than getting a letter in the mail. Getting a package in the mail!
Yesterday it was my turn. After a few days of not getting the mail for no good reason other than there is rarely anything exciting in our mail, I decided that I should check the mail. Lo and behold, there was a package in our mailbox. And it had MY name on it. MY NAME!
Dubby, Old Man With A Radio Transmitter In His Car, and Dianna had sent me a package! CHOCOLATE! And a birthday card! And four eye mask thingy's - you know those things you put over your eyes when you are sleeping. And two toothbrushes with little tubes of toothpaste. The card told me not to share, but I assumed that those instructions applied ONLY to the chocolate (like I have to be told NOT to share), and so I happily distributed toothbrushes to The Princess and The Dragon who were fascinated by these special "airline" toothbrushes. They have decided that they will only use them for a very special occasion - a sleepover.
I should mention that this is not just any chocolate. It's BELGIAN chocolate. Yummy.
I am sooooo loved.