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…for the sweetest stash of sticker schwag ever!
Also included were two beer koozies from Comet Cafe in MKE.
Best package ever,
I haven’t revisited this topic since September, but with my mom in town for the holidays she decided to get caught up on our Toilet Paper of the Month subscription with packs for October, November, and December.
This time around we got four-packs of Real Soft, Angel Soft (I sense a reoccurring theme), and Pantry Essentials (which, at first, I misread as “Panty Essentials”).
Thanks, Mom! You’re now a third of the way done!
They’re gonna go in this,
…for this gift that combines two of my all-time favorite activities: photography and sitting on the toilet!
Polaroll’d,
Yes, you read that correctly.
It started as a spur of the moment act of weirdness around (I’m guessing here) 15 years ago. Since then, it’s become an anticipated annual event known as… wait for it… Kissmas.
We’ve kissed every Christmas since then with the exception of only one year. In 2008, just after moving to Los Angeles, I didn’t go back home for Christmas. In my absence, my Uncle John kissed my Uncle Kevin.
Unfortunately, this Christmas, we also weren’t able to make it back, so Kevin and I improvised with a FaceTime smooch.
The tradition lived on. That is, until my Uncle John sent me this photo of Kevin kissing my Uncle Bob after he already e-kissed me!
So, obviously, my Uncle Kevin is a cheating floozie who has no problem going around and kissing whatever family member he wants. I’m really gonna have to rethink this relationship before next Christmas.
Just kidding, I can’t wait to kiss him again!
Mwah,
…for getting Wayne this sweet “WORD” notebook…
…and me this awesome devil-head bottle stopper.
You get double the gifts when you have a pseudonym,
After a recent white elephant gift exchange, I (unfortunately) ended up with a box of Anne Geddes stationary.
Now, if you know me, you know that I love Anne Geddes about as much as I love the Dread Pirate Dale Chihuly. (That’s an art nerd joke.)
But rather than turn the stationary into scrap paper, I decided to have some fun. I took ten horrible quotes from ten terrible people in history, and then jotted one down onto each piece of paper. I then mailed it off to an old college friend (hence the “CCAD” at the bottom of each one) with no explanation inside. The only direction I included was: “Find a way to post this.”
Yesterday, I received my seventh note from my good friend Jeremy Scott.
So enjoy this seventh installment of what will (hopefully) be a ten-part series:
ANNE GEDDES’ WORDS OF INSPIRATION: JEREMY SCOTT (4 of 10)
He even hung it over their holiday hours sign.
The Blarg 