
So, for a Super Secret Project I can't tell anyone about, mum and I needed boxes. Lost of boxes. Lots of boxes with assorted sizes.
I also needed some mailing tube for my wannabe bracelet biz, so I headed over to USPS.com to get some boxes (and tubes).
...Except, there's this part of me that can't picture items in terms of 500 quantity...except maybe hundred dollar bills.
So when the boxes of boxes started to arrive, I thought cool, two car loads and I'd be done...except...not.
I took two full cars home, Mum took one, our home healthcare worker took one...mum took another, and as I'm slowly getting buried deeper and deeper into a suffocating mass of cardboard...
I tell mum to call off the hounds order.
Only to realize, that several key things I absolutely needed...were not there. Here's hoping 500 address labels do not somehow require 84+ boxes.
Moral? CHECK THE QUANTITY BEFORE YOU PRESS THE SEND BUTTON OR YOU'LL DROWN, DROWN!!!!!!
(PS: am slightly 'drunk' off a wine cooler, my pain meds and my sleep meds, my humour may not be funny to all people)
Edit to Add: If there are any bored artists out there, mum and I need two buisness logos, one for a day care clinic (a forest out of a favorite Disney story featuring a bear, a tiger, a donkey, an owl and a boy...without using any of said items), and a second hand shoppe named "Grandma's Attic" (I would like a rose featured somewhere in that one as it's my shoppe). Your reward is...my undying love, devotion and much honorable mention everywhere? We're poor, no money here. But any work you wish to sale publically can be hung at Grandma's for sale, commision free!