I had to laugh last night. I did. I had to. You don't believe me, do you? Maybe y'all are right - maybe I'm just tired. I'm sitting here listening to my Simon and Garfunkel station on Pandora, enjoying John Denver. I must be worn out. My finger just wouldn't click the ELO or Foreigner station. And I'm actually enjoying John Denver. Something's just not right.
Anyway, I was laughing because I asked the Hunny if I could read yesterday's post to him, that it was a continuation of sorts on the day before. He said no. Because he didn't like Thursday's post. It was weird. I burst out laughing. I guess I'm not usually that random and bizarre with poor Hunny. Which is a crying shame.
On to better things! A package came to the house yesterday. I LOVE a package! Wanna see what was in it? You do. You know you do. The question is, will I show you? Hmm. I'm thinking about it. Think, think, think. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Yeah, I'll show ya. But you have to ask real pretty like. Say the magic word. Let's hear it ...
Alright - lookit!
Remember the contest I ran a bit ago? The one my sister won? Her prize came today! Isn't it cool? It's smaller than I thought it would be, meaning I probably should have read the product description, huh? But it's fun little tote, perfect for a few paperback novels and a small sewing project. Here's a pic of it next to a magazine, for size reference.
I ordered something else when I ordered her tote. If my cousin Mary is reading, she needs to stop reading now and go away. This is for her boy, who turns one in week or so. It's his Christmas gift. I wanted to see what the shirt printing looked like. And I wanted to get my cute baby cousin something from the cows for Christmas. You know.
Is she gone? Are you sure? Okay, scroll down and take a look at what I got him:
It's cute. That black circle is a sticker with instructions to prewash. I hope she takes the sticker off before she washes it. It'll look cute on my little Cuz, Deej.
That's it. I'm done. You may go now. I'm headed to the Y to exercise.
Until I write again ...