It's time again.
Time to say hello to the friendly postal workers at the post office near my gym. And yes, they really are friendly. No really, I promise. Happy postal workers are hard to come by, but they're generally quite jolly in this particular location.
Time to say hello to sturdy white boxes
and insufferable packing tape.
Time to reacquaint myself with customs forms, which are the most annoying part of the whole process.
Anyone who has sent a care package to a service member overseas will agree. They give you one little space with four lines to itemize all of the items in the box. That's not enough room.
Also? I totally fib. I never know how much everything costs and I certainly cannot estimate the weight. Don't rat me out, okay?
Time to gather up the goodies and send them on their merry way, across a big ocean and into the hands of a Crystal Light drinking, peanut butter loving, Lara Bar eating dude.
In case you haven't caught on, Craig has made the long trek to his
Okay...I'm off to wrestle with that roll of packing tape. :)