My package with the sweetest shirts ever arrived today. I’m looking good in my helicopter shirt and the "Chad is Rad" shirt fits Chad. I really appreciate you sending things like this along… I know what a pain in the arse the post office is. My favourite thing about routing mail through you (other than "I have no choice" and "I know you will send it promptly") is that when the package arrives I get to see your handwriting. I don’t think it has changed much since I was a kid (if at all). I like your block letters that you use for labels. When I see the packing slips, you know what I always think of? Remember when I went to Brownie Camp* and had to have all that shite with me? Remember I had that mess-kit? I think of that mess-kit with the masking tape labels with my name on them all in your block-letters. I had that things for YEARS (as in, all the way through University) and those labels never came off. You are the best moms ever.
I miss you!
*for the rest of you reading the blog: Yes, I was a Brownie. In fact, I was a "Pixie" and a "Sprite". I made things with popsicle sticks and earned my badges. Ya wanna make something of it?