Greetings my love and random followers of this grand adventure!
So late this morning, I am enjoying the air conditioning and the company of Pork chop Sandwiches (The Atom Dog Co Official lounge dog) when the doorbell rings and a package is placed at the foot of the door.
I'm waiting for some pants to come in the mail so it was no surprise when the package was addressed to me. Sure, it was heavier than expected, but I ordered some text books too....
I'm waiting for some pants to come in the mail so it was no surprise when the package was addressed to me. Sure, it was heavier than expected, but I ordered some text books too....
When I opened it I found a mish mash of things including a military sighting compass, measuring tape, a small trowel. This is nothing close to anything I would normally order. What is this for? Am I being sent on a quest? Summoned for some grand adventure?
I call up my dad to see if he ordered anything that he accidentally shipped to me. It became this whole tag team ordeal. Well, did James order anything? How about Meredith? No?
I'm digging through this box trying to find some receipt or proof of order when I stumble across what might perhaps be a small pick ax. Then all the pieces tumble together. This. This is Cas' stuff. She ordered a bunch of shit for field school. No one back in PA needs a small pick ax type device....
I call up my dad to see if he ordered anything that he accidentally shipped to me. It became this whole tag team ordeal. Well, did James order anything? How about Meredith? No?
I'm digging through this box trying to find some receipt or proof of order when I stumble across what might perhaps be a small pick ax. Then all the pieces tumble together. This. This is Cas' stuff. She ordered a bunch of shit for field school. No one back in PA needs a small pick ax type device....
So alas, I am not being sent on a quest. But the good news is your stuff arrived!
Always with Love,
-Hill
Always with Love,
-Hill
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