You know how some days are just better than other days? Today may be one of those days. I am a part of a swap with a great group of women. The swap is called Christmas in July. We each have one person we swap sending nine small gifts that spell out C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S. My partner is Diana from Oz and I have have had a good time getting all this together. And, I have been feeling very smug because I finished sooner than I thought I would. Then I found out it wouldn't fit into the Flat-Rate box.

Today I stopped off at my favorite Target and picked up a padded envelope. Believe me, it was a chore stuffing everything inside. With help from my Mom, I managed to seal it. Then I was nevous with all the bulges and used enough tape on it to seal the entire house. After I put the address on it and filled out the customs slip, over by the side of the couch I spot the card. I am not opening this package. Oh well, I can send that card all by itself. I address the card. All set right? Not so fast; then on the sofa I spy a small red box, labeled "C". Horrors. Even if the package was still open, it would never fit inside (and I am fairly certain, I have the largest padded envelope they make). Now I have to stop and pick up another padded envelope to stuff the box into. I'll do that when I pick up my Poochon from the groomers.

Diana, I promise there is a "C" in CHRISTMAS.