I mentioned on Tuesday that the boys and I were going to get those cereal boxes sent to Haiti. If you’ve known me for exactly less than one half of a day you might soon figure out that Details and Organization and Such Related Matters cause my retinas to sear and my mind to grow dim. Very dim. So when I saw the process required to get the measurements, shipping estimates, an actual mathematical equation, and paperwork (plural), I expected my vision to soon start forming a tunnel.
|Don’t judge the Reese’s Puffs, haters.|
|Look at my organization, Shirley McLabelson.|
|Ready to go!
(Look at my sneaky CIA address-covering happening.
I’m so Sidney Bristow I can hardly handle it.)
(Who knows what I’m referencing? Brownie points.)
|Love that little boy to the furthest galaxy and back.|
|This boy has a heart of pure gold.|
|Happiness in a roly-poly bundle of wrinkly joy.|
|Someone was pooping out.|
|Oh my happiness. Pumpkin spice latte and pumpkin bread with cream cheese topping.|
So that’s all I’ve got so far. Any creative persons out there with some good ideas?
(And if so, could you please leave it in the comments section of this post, rather than facebook?)
(Oh my gosh, I sound so snobby, don’t hate me.)
(It’s just easier for me to look back here and find them for later reference.)
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