There is no perfect way to start this great, awesome, lovely story. For that, I apologize. Just stay with me.

You will remember that when AC was here, we ran around all day and shopped.

You will also remember, that I found very little, but kept trying.

Finally, recall this post, wherein I debate the creepiness of my inner voyeur.

Well, what do I get in the mail yesterday, delivered, addressed to Mrs. Famous, other than

1. A wallet, which I had been looking for and not been able to find, the kind that looks like a cigarette case but cooler.
2. A magazine, full of shoes, and even labeled as to which might be appropriate so I make no mistakes in my picking and choosing.
3. BINOCULARS!!!!!!!!

I’m fairly certain that there has never been a better care package sent to me besides my Grandma’s cookies, which will always be #1. But this is a close second. I love mail, so this was all the more special, as was the Ghostland CD that KD sent me. I feel loved. My friends are super awesome.