

Anyway, after I sent John the gra-yes-la bars the first time around, he asked me to send more. What a perfect reason to send another care package! Of course this box had to be mustachioed, especially since my friend, Fitz, gave me a box of art supplies which included mustache-patterned duct tape and I’ve been dying to use it. Seriously, so cool. Just the cutest.


- dried mushrooms for use in future sushi attempts
- microwavable bowls of pho soup
- a gallon bag of pumpkin pie nut mix
- four batches of gra-yes-la bars (half with white chocolate drizzle, the other with butterscotch drizzle)
- magazines
- a super cute (if I do say so myself) handmade card
- Superbad and Independence Day (because who doesn’t like a raunchy comedy and Will Smith?!)
- a “Hide Your Stache” magnet (Hint, hint, John.)


But my favorite thing about the whole box was the reaction I got from Daisy, my favorite postwoman. (She knows my backstory, and for some reason, she always waits on me when I’m sending care packages. She is my post office angel.) When I handed her the box over the counter, she looked at it it from every angle, and said, in the most Baltimore-y way possible, “Giiiiiiiiiiiirl, where do you get the time to do this?” I shrugged and said something about having no life, and then, as she’s weighing it and validating the customs forms, says, “Go ‘head with your bad self, girlfriend!” After five years of living in this city, I have finally been bestowed the mantle of coolness. It was the best part of the day– even as I was getting daggers from the other, fidgeting people in line. It made my day. No, it made my week!


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Cute! You’re really creative – suppose that comes with being a teacher!