To Blog-er-not!

Must vent! Seeking an appropriate outlet for my self-described idiocy, I realized I have overlooked the perfect venue right here, among family, and even friends. IT seems that in my haste to be the best mother of a missionary and confessed over-achiever (seeking self-help group), I planned , prepared and then delivered the appropriate, not t00-over-the-top care package to the US post office (not in Kimberly, but in Twin Falls, to expedite the process by another day).
Allow me a moment to relfect...
Brand's favorite watch fell off his skinny little underfed (no potatoes) wrist. He requested of his brother the carbon copy we had at home, not being used by Trev. I sent Trev to a jeweler to have it sized to fit Brand. ($7.50--keep up, here.)
Brand requested more of his favorite pens. Since I do so like to hear from him, and hope he will be diligent in journaling thoughout his mission, I dutifully went to Office Max to purchase said pens. In quantities.
Brand requested those little note-things. You know, the sticky kind. Again, I couldn't get just one, but of course a plethora of post-its, large, small, tiny, lined, x'tra sticky--a veritable covy of sticky notes. Half of Salvador could enjoy a nice reminder that my cute missionary would like to stop by for a later appointment.
It is almost Valentines Day. A day that for many years has yielded chocolate deliciousness on the very pillows of my dearly beloved children (and also myself, sorry that you don't enjoy chocolate like the rest of us, Dearest Keith...) Therefore, a special trip to the large savings mart of my choice (let's face it, Target rocks) supplied me with not only chocolate treats, but Brands' dear delight Skittles as well as my personal favorite, Laffy Taffy with wonderfully dumb jokes to share with annoyed companions, as the translation must be ridiculous. Oh, and while I was there, of course, I found a cute little St. Pat's day shamrock pin (how's your shamrock, ZAn?) that I threw in the mix as a tie-tac. I selected the requisit address book, (call for the history) a valentine card, and then hustled home, delighted with my purchases.
Once home, I filled the Post Office approved Priority Mail container, with Potatoe Pearls, pens, candy treats, watch, address book, tie-tack, post-it notes, and the signed valentine card(yes, I even brought Elliot in from the cold and stamped (go, Stamp-in-up!) her little cold paw on a lovely shade of pink, and had her "sign" the card as well...) Iam thorough if nothing else. Dad and Trevor gave me guarded looks, but agreed to sign..
l'm trying to stay focused here....
I took said box to the Post OFfice, stood in line, and when it was my turn was told I had to declare all items in detail on the provided form, then declare how I wanted the package treated if it was not deliverable to said address (its the mission home..how hard can that be?). When it was my turn again I will skip the part about the funny looks when our trusty Postal employee read the contents and checked for regulations and restrictions on each item...( my boy misses his potatoes.) When I finally declared that nothing in the box was really worth anything, and no, I did not wish to pay to have the box returned to me if it was not delivered for some reason (huge expense) I had it weighed, and paid the lovely lady $46 and some-odd change. She told me I saved $9 by shipping priority mail, and then got dinged $12 for something else; asked me to be sure and let her know if the potatoes made it!
I left the post office feeling pretty good about myself, I will admit. Oh, how pride goes before the fall. You guessed it--I mailed it to the wrong address. Turns out the mission home has a separate address for packages. I mailed it to the one for letters.

I had a true "kick-the-dog" moment (just a figure of speech, apologies to the Grandpuppies..). I'm still not over it. Perhaps time will heal this wound. A little distance should help. Oh well, someone in Brazil will have a happy day...

I'm hoping for a collective "awwwwww...." from the boggershpere...

BTW, how was your day??