Mailin’
I was told by a special someone that this was too cute to pass up, so I should be sure and blog it:
Yup, there’s my boy with nine boxes of candles. We ended up mailing eleven boxes yesterday, actually. Very nice. :)
However, he turned into psycho child shortly after this photo was taken when we entered the post office. For some reason, he thinks it’s his personal playground and as of lately just goes absolutely insane when we arrive. You can read more by clicking the photo, I’m tired already just thinking about it, too tired to relive it, that’s for sure.
But I tell you what, that boy has been ultra psycho lately and I really don’t get it. If anything, I’ve been giving him less sugar than normal. But he has just been non-stop-into-everything the last three days. It seems the only thing I’ve accomplished is to keep him from killing himself… or the dog.
I think I’m going crazy.
In other news, my littlest brother now has his very own stalker. Welcome to the real world, baby. You know you have arrived when you have a stalker of your own. Sadly for him, his isn’t halfway across the world. But gladly for him, it’s just some girl who’s apparently totally in love with him. I’m sure she means well… But either way, she makes for good dinner table conversation.
