If you've never used magazine pages to wrap gifts then you just haven't lived!
Keep meaning to see Bridesmaids - thanks for the reminder!!
Soooooooooooo excited to receive the most perfect little package from Homey Home Home today (my parcel was only approximately 1000 degrees so I'm confident it's only been there for a few hours, else it would have be incinerated!! :-)) It's so true that the best things come in small packages. Scrap that. The best things come in packages or letters full stop. OK I'll admit; anything that is handwritten and personally addressed to me essentially ROCKS my WORLD.
Today my happiness was further compounded a million fold to discover the most amazing cluster of little parcels inside only to be opened at specific - but oh so typical - GoaM stress head situations. Love this beyond belief. It feels like my own personal treasure hunt/guardian angel/cheer captain is accompanying me as I go about my US adventure. YAY! The thoughtfulness of my amazing package sender has blown me away. My grin says it all (well that and my personal thank you coming soon, o wonderful package sender) - I am unbelievably grateful.
You too should be equally grateful as all I had to blog about today otherwise was:
- It's taken me two days to recover my energy after Thursday's 8.5km run - ever since I have just been feeling completely poleaxed and it's really shocked me just how unconditioned I am. Still.
- As an extra post epic run thank you gift, my back went into major protest - jumping, throwing, pulling or lifting anything is a slight issue - thank goodness Crossfit/Leanfit/ Life doesn't depend on any of these skills!
- Random American discovery - US washing machines really mean business OR else US underwear is just SUPERrobust. My particular washing machine has a preference for chewing my UK underwear - especially UK bra clips. Going commando might soon not be my prerogative, but rather my only option(judging from the ever shrinking stash of my favourite knickers no longer in production sob sob that I have left that haven't fallen apart. YET.) I actually had a small taster of the reality of going commando this week when my newly laundered but slightly mangled bra completely fell apart in public - only in front of 30 people - it was not my best moment! Oooooooh I wonder if my parcel includes a package 'to be opened when you inadvertently find yourself nekkid in public?!' ;-))
- I now know what quarter of a cow looks like in the freezer, what the remains of quarter of a cow/deer becomes when the freezer unfortunately goes off (for an undeterminable period) in 100 plus degree heat AND most crucially how to overcome your instinctive *gag* reflex long enough to clear the end result up. Extra fun times. So glad I never became a butcher/mortician/nurse as I gag wayyyyyyy too easily. Little known fact: I 'sympathy' vomit when in the physical presence of someone else throwing up. I can't help it so it's not a great gift to have but it does get me out of the 'keeping hair from falling in the toilet while friend is vomiting' friend role quite successfully. No-one wants to be vomited on whilst they themselves are vomiting or so I've learnt!
So there you have it: Hundrumania + Parcel Love = Freaking Spectacular Day (+ slightly more interesting blog post ;-))
Note to self: Pay It Forward every opportunity I get! (the parcel love NOT the gagging/vomiting) xx
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