The art of care packages.

my mom is a professional care package packer. Everything I would pack in a suitcase, she manages to pack in a medium sized box...
So kudos to mom.

But there's always the random stuff. See picture 2 for example. Sweet & Salty Nut bars. Good. Value Size. Great. Chicken Vienna Sausages in Chicken broth--ehh.. You know, a little weird, mom. I mean, great thought. I'm shocked it even got past the quarentine Australian people. The Slim Jims were taken and I was oh so sad. Apparently they call that 'beef'. crappy food police prolly ate it with their lunches.

In my last package I recieved 'gourmet jelly beans'. They were tasty. The only downfall was the unusual amount of bubble gum flavored beans. I have nothing against bubble gum, it's just a bit too exciting for my tender taste buds. They couldn't handle the explosion of easter flavor. And so I will put them on the list of weird things recieved.

My first care package had a pair of cheap sunglasses that Lynn bought at a 4th of July vendor during a volleyball game. Apparently mom didn't know they didn't belong to me and I recieved them in a package. lol. Sometimes we leave things at home because we'd feel better starting over without them. Sometimes it includes the belongings of others.


Out of the dozens of things I've recieved from my mom since being here, to only list off 3 random things gotten through the mail, I feel like she's made some kind of mom record. She balances heavy with light, she stuffs underwear in shoes, and puts toothpaste in ziplocs, and I can keep the ziplocs. She's so creative. I don't give her enough credit.

Mom's are underappreciated. I just decided.