Omg. Bristol, I love you. Marry me.
Wait...I'm getting ahold of myself.
Here in Wales, we've got two different postmen. One brings the normal mail and airmail packages and the other brings the freight mail packages. Right...?
Okay, so I was in bed yesterday morning and there was a knock on the door. The postman only ever knocks when he's got a package for me so I dragged my sorry butt out of bed and ran downstairs and ta da! There was a package waiting on the step. I was very excited because I thought it must be my Johnny package. Only when I brought it up to my nose so I could read the label (no glasses on), I realised it was from my parents. I was seriously bummed.
So I went back to bed and silently cursed the postman. I thought about making a little postman voodoo doll, but decided it was too much effort. I was just starting to fall asleep again when there was another knock on the door. Now I was really excited because a second knock means freight mail and freight mail means USA so I thought it HAD to be my Johnny package. But of course it wasn't I was seriously bummed and angry for about two minutes. Then I got into the package and saw what was inside:
It was only the coolest Easter/Ostara package ever from slygrimalkin! Everything is beyond cool.
Thank you so much!! I had hot cocoa in my I*heart* Michigan mug and had to fight Jay for my Peeps! Flopsy (the cow who thinks he's a bunny) has joined the ranks of the Moos. Thank you a million times, slygrimalkin!
Don't worry about the package, mommabear1963. I know you sent it and we all had fun so that's the important thing. The Royal Mail won't let me track it from this end so I guess it's just wait and see.