Thanks for the loot, Mom!

When I was in college, one of the best things was getting a package. Mom would send random packages of cookies, socks and school supplies. They often included a note of encouragement or a greeting card that had a funny message.

I craved those little packages. I would go to the massive wall of mailboxes, stick in my key and hold my breath until I saw the bright yellow paper that instructed me to go to the student volunteer package Nazi. The package Nazi was never the same person, but always had the same demeanor. There were specific hours that packages were to be picked up. The slip of bright yellow paper was reused, so if it did not return to the PN in the same condition it left, there was a snort of disgust and an eye roll. The PN would always hand you the package with attitude as if to make clear to you that you are not any more special then the rest of the shlubs that got a package that day.

Now, as a true life grown up, I do not have to contend with the package Nazi when there happens to be a slip of paper in my mailbox instructing me to go to the apartment office and pick up a parcel. On Thursday such a slip was in Queenie’s and my mailbox. Like two college kids, we could hardly contain our excitement until the office opened on Friday am. Mom outdid herself with a full-on Valentine themed display of affection. Beaner and the J-man even made a little contribution.






Queenie and Stuff are starting South Beach on Monday, so they wasted not a minute and went straight to work on the buffet of calories.

Absent from the first picture was a surprise for Static and Lithal. Like Mom would say, “a little something for the grand kids.”



Static loved this toy! He seldom animates for anything other than breakfast or a cat treat. But this little bird attached to a stick piqued his interest.

What is this thing you are waving in front of me?
Stop the presses... there is catnip in here! Ahhhh catnip... like elixir from the gods.

Lithal was ready to get into the action... but first, Stuff wanted to show she is ready for ribbon dancing...

Can you reach it Lithal?
Maybe if you get on your tip toes.
You got it! Now show me your ferocious face.
Nice try... you are too flopsy to be ferocious.

So, thanks Mom, Beaner and J-man! We loved the package. We loved the candy. We loved the sappy cards. We loved the pewter trinkets. We loved the cookies. We will love the cleansing face masks. Static and Lithal dig the catnip.

AND... WE LOVED THESE:

Big Lips NEED Big Glasses!