Sunday, June 26, 2005

And the Envelope Please...

Saturday in the mail I found a letter from Canada addressed to my husband. It was a regular business sized envelope with the address neatly printed on a piece of paper taped to the appropriate location. I did not recognize the return address or the name. To further add to the mystery, it was a lumpy bumpy sort of thing. There was definitely something inside. I stared at it and turned to over and over in my hands. It was clearly intended for Larry, but he wasn’t going to be home until after 8:00 pm. Then I remembered something he said to me a few days earlier. He had ordered four wristbands for the kids from celestialblue. That has got to be the answer. She’s from Canada and the odd lumps *could* be wristbands. I set the envelope down and moved onto more pressing issues, like rampaging children and cake. It was early afternoon and it was going to be a long day.

About 20 minutes later Larry called me from Baltimore. He was at the station waiting for his train and thought it would be nice to give me a call. I was a bit distracted as I had gotten up at around 5:20 am to drag myself, two tablecloths, three cakes, four children and $400 worth of dog toys to the dog show up by Richmond (more on this later). I was pooped. As we chatted I mentioned the letter to Larry and what I thought it was. He replied that I was right and that I could open it up now and hand out the wristbands to the kids. His only request was that I saved any enclosed note.

Hooray! I get to open it! With Larry still on the line I ripped open the envelope and read the note to him. I then called the kids over and distributed the wristbands.

Originally uploaded by Teckelcar.

They are a bit large for Max and Rebecca, but they don’t seem to mind in the slightest.

The bands themselves are celestialblue’s way to raise money for her upcoming 5 month trip to Israel. So far we haven’t lost any, but Rebecca is working on it. I keep finding her wristband in the oddest places. She’s lucky that the dogs are not at home. Odds are that John (aka the Jaws of destruction) will chew it up.

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