OK, I was actually going to write about something else today. I was sitting at my desk and our mail man came in my office bearing gifts, a care package. Hmmm…Or should I say a nice box addressed to yours truly. OK, I thought maybe my mom sent something, cause she is super sweet like that, sending me stuff without telling me. After examining the address label I discovered I have no idea who this person is. (Read on)
Now the wheels in my head are going, going crazy. There is only one person that I know of that I gave my address too. You know that does not mean anything, because it is so easy to get an address these day. So Mrs. X. if you read the blog, can you send me a message letting me know who you are. (Read on & Stop Laughing)
Enclosed Letter – Hi Elizabeth, I hope these cookies reach you in good condition. I couldn’t use my regular packing material, so I hope the marshmallows work as peanut butter cookies are very fragile. Mrs. X.
I have Mrs. X’s address, so I can send her a nice thank you for MY care package. Me being me, I immediately opened the box, even though I had no idea who this person is. As soon as I crack the tape, I said to myself, “That smells like Chocolate.” Sure enough it was a huge bag of cookies and chocolate marshmallows. OMG, Shot me now. (Stop Your Giggling & Read On)
I immediately taste tested them. They are so good. Homemade cookies. I love you Mrs. X! I am going to have a lot of friends after today. Let me say, if they are poisoned, I hope my family knows I love them, cause I done already had a few. 🙂 To make matters worse or better, depending on how you look at it, I already had some friends helping me test the delicious cookies from the mysterious care package. They love you too Mrs. X. (We didn’t die! Read On & Stop Laughing)
I must confess that I really did not have a clue to who Mrs. X was. Yes, the boss sent me an email to let me know they were coming. Yes, I truly forgot, because I am getting old and my legs are tired from running…… I could go on and on with the excuses, but actually, Mrs. X is my Bosses Mom. My boss being Little Mrs. X. Mrs. X., you rock. I will be distributing said cookies, I promise to the GV Gang. Oh Little X you are OK also. 🙂
And so I will end by saying this was a good darn day. I felt like crap when I woke up this morning. I knew I needed to get my last bit of miles in to finish the week at 25 miles, I DID IT. And
I we got cookies in a care package sent with love as a reward.
Your Lurvly Lotus Lizzy 🙂
I know my boss will get a kick out of this because I am so forgetful sometimes. 🙂
Care Package Question?
What was the weirdest thing you received in the mail?