Boxing.

Last Friday, while my computer was in the beginning throes of possession by the demons of Microsoft, I got a box. I was mildly curious but not overly so. We get boxes pretty regularly here. Usually not for me but I get to answer the "beep" of the USPS carrier or the UPS driver. They pull up and honk their horn, the dog starts barking like a maniac, and I throw on muck boots and head down to accept whatever they've brought.

But when I got this one, I was surprised. It was from Arby and family. That made it interesting because of the size of the box. I knew I had won a necklace and earrings set for having won his contest. But the set would fit into a padded mailer envelope. A good-sized box wasn't necessary.
But it IS Arby so there's just no telling with him....

So I opened it to this:

And then there was this:

Say what?

Yes, the jewelry set was in there:

It's gone to my 20-yr old who wears jewelry.

And the ornament was in there.

And there was this:

Which we've started using.

And then there was this:

Yes, THE wreath. It's a bit misshapen. It has some bright new mints and some not-so-bright, not-so-new mints. But it's here now. And Arby, you may want to start sleeping with one eye open. I'm just sayin'....

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And I couldn't find boxes to mail out my packages. So, being the spoiled woman that I am, I took it to our post office. Our little one-person post office. Because the postmaster/mistress there is Ms. Jewel. And she's aptly named. She IS a jewel. You get the kind of service there that you could only dream of.

Seriously!

I took my big bag of stuff. I laid it out on the counter. And said I needed to mail it. She did everything else.

Well, she DID make me fill out the address labels....

I love you, Ms. Jewel!