Remember when you were a kid and it was fun to get mail? Now an envelope with your name on it probably contains a credit card bill or a reminder to visit the dentist. Here, we get to relive a little of that childhood thrill of visiting the mailbox (since we don't get any bills and our dentist reminders are being forwarded to my parents). This weekend, we got the king of all mail pieces, a summons to the customs desk to retrieve a package. Of course, we retrieved the slip on Saturday, so we had to wait until Monday to pick up the goodies. It was worth the wait, though.
A BIG thank you to our friends in Lansing who put together this fabulous collection of books and treats! No more reading and rereading the copy of Chicka Chicka Boom Boom we brought from home to the point where we can recite it in our sleep... now we're eating Oreos and drinking Hawaiian Punch while we read and reread our new copy of Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus to the point where we can recite it in our sleep. The doggy bookmarks were a big hit, too , and our fridge is looking much more stylish with a Michelle McManus, State Senator magnetic clip on the door.
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