Stop with the packages. If you have something you were going to send to me – don’t! I’m getting ready to move around for a couple of months – and whatever you send will just end up chasing me around this war, then around the states, and eventually to my house.
There are probably a few of you that think this doesn’t apply to you – IT DOES.
DON’T SEND ANY MORE PACKAGES!
I’ve got a great big package for you, but you’ll have to come back to St. Louis to get it if you know what I mean…
So wait this doesn’t apply to me, right?
*gulp* okay, okay, okay…I won’t send the one sitting on the table that I was going to mail tomorrow…but the birthday shit from X-treme Geek is already on the way to you….
buy ya know, I really don’t give a big rats ass if you don’t get it because you are home instead of in the frickin sandbox!!!!!
I love you wonderful man who grew from that little baby I birthed 29 years ago…
Shit! I just got off my ass and sent your xmas present.
Crap. If I’d gotten it to the P.O. Tuesday or earlier, you’d be getting your birthday package a little late in Iraq, instead of very late in StL.
I was just about to go to the P.O. to mail it.
Crap! We’re going to see Sarah tomorrow, so we’ll leave it there, then.
Did I mention “Crap!”? -Dad & Sally
And just what the hell am I supposed to do with these three pallets of nasal saline solution and baby wipes we collected at church for ya???
Crap. If I’d gotten it to the P.O. Tuesday or earlier, you’d be getting your birthday package a little late in Iraq, instead of very late in StL.
I was just about to go to the P.O. to mail it.
Crap! We’re going to see Sarah tomorrow, so we’ll leave it there, then.
Did I mention “Crap!”? -Dad & Sally