As a kid, I loved getting mail. Now that I’m an adult, let’s face it, most of it’s just bills. Or credit card offers I didn’t request. Or those damn subscription offers to Playboy which hit the trashcan so fast it’s a wonder they don’t leave skid marks. Gawd! But today’s package was better than Tom Selleck from his Magnum P.I. days! Stop reminising and drooling and pick your chin up off the floor…try for a little dignity here!
Where was I? Oh, yeah…
|Wonder what’s in there?|
|The suspense was killing her!|
|Aren’t these the cutest?|
She was all set to take a bite out of hers…she gets that weirdness from her father’s side. I’m a little crazy; he’s a little weird. Crazy takes talent and effort. Weird is just genetics. Just sayin’.
Thank you, Aunt Doris! These little gems are awesome and have been eyeballed like MacArthur inspecting the troops. Now we know what we’ll do differently on our future teacakes!