In a box in the mail

I have been making a photographic record of all the stuff I have been going through and re-stashing because I have learned that the old “I’ll remember where this is” assumption is just a BIG, FAT LIE TO YOURSELF. For a day and a half of this endeavor, a box set on the love seat from LZP for Der Bingle. Then, last night, the latter asked me if it had arrived and when I answered in the affirmative, he told me I was to open it because buried inside was something for me, AmeliaJake.

Well, yes there was. I was so pleased that I put on my polar bear pj pants. I suppose I might be confusing you here.

Okay, the surprise was Sock Money slippers (the Ambassador’s minions) and I wanted a picture; it seemed only fitting that I wear my new Christmas polar bears also. Of course, my camera has so many photos on it of the contents of drawers and whatever that I didn’t want to wait for the download, so I am taking this picture with my phone. It is of only one of the guys because if I focus on the middle of the two, they each look a little “not right”. (Then, again, they are Sock Momkeys so maybe . . . Oh, better watch my mouth.)

Without further explanation, I give you
foot friend