I know it really is small potatoes, but since I’ve never sold anything retail like this before (we ship a few packages a week, and it’s custom invitations), this is what 10 feet of UPS shipping labels looks like:
And these are some of the packages before they went to UPS. Look for your candles next week, friends!
And then Jim picked us up in the luxury Sprinter bus uncle Danny bought this week so we could take a joyride and eat dinner.
So we went to Walker’s Dairy Bar, the high school hangout and greasy spoon out in the country by my parents’ house, for hamburger steaks and catfish dinners (grilled cheese and tots for me).
Because that’s what you do when you bein’ fancy in a borrowed Benz.