SPT: mail time

As Lelly probably realizes by now, I'm a late bloomer, and Christmas cards and post offices are only on the edge of my mind (for now). But, I'll instead share my current mailing issues.
One of my Pink Christmas frets has been how to box my bundle. It's long & flat. And there's really no place I know of to buy long & flat boxes...though I've been on the look-out. And a square box that would fit its length would be unearthly big. So that's where my thoughts were 3 P.M. yesterday at Wal-Mart's packaging aisle. Until I turned and saw someone stocking the shelves. And on his cart of to-be-stocked was *the Box of Destiny* (and I'm not mocking, Kelly, just borrowing), emptied of its goods...waiting for my need (or so it seemed). Now, I'm not one to readily impose, beg favors or even speak to strangers. BUT..the box. The destiny. So I squelched my reticence and interrupted with a pointed finger: "excuse me, could I have that?" His response, handing it over: "Sure, hon." Okay, did I mention that this stocker looked like he was about 21? No? Probably because I hadn't noticed until that moment. And I am not anywhere near 21 & AM motherly & am definitely more of an overall "ma'am" than "hon"...but, it didn't matter because I had my box. "Hon" left the store with a grin in her gait.
And here it is: packaged & ready for posting tomorrow.
Then down to the business of Christmas carding.
As for the cards that are trickling in, I've always taped them to the pantry door in the kitchen...the place where I'll see them most, really. Holiday excitement shared with others is definitely holiday excitement multiplied endlessly (that said, let's see if I actually get around to the sharing any of ours this year!).

Reader Comments (13)
I can't wait to see what your Pink Christmas is! I finally finished mine today -- I can't believe it! Still have to come up with the packaging of destiny though.
Congratulations on your box of destiny. I've been using the destiny phrase myself since Emily posting about Kelly's paper of destiny.
love the hon story. i used to get annoyed about stuff like that but i don't anymore.
last week my plumber called me "kiddo"
yep, kiddo.
and it did not bother me a bit.
now cassie on the other hand was annoyed to no end. her response after he left, "kiddo? didn't you just hand him a big check? i don't know kids with checkbooks, mom. i would be mad if i were you..."