I'm not much of a shopper. I know what I want. I go. I seek. I find. I buy. I leave happy. When I shop the Paper Trail I hit so many stores that I forget where I found some of the ammo in my mail arsenal. Could it be a form of denial? Once I've returned to the safety of my room I quickly remove my finds from their bags; I dislike plastic bags, so I often take a book bag with me to avoid bringing more cheap landfill. Or I put my purchases into my ladybag. I am such a bag lady.
At the dentist's office the tech lifted my bag from the hook after they'd had their way with me today. She handed it off to the good doctor, who told me a chiropractor would be all over me because of the weight. She did curls with my bag. This was after I took the iPad out. In my defense, I had a book in my bag. A paperback. *sigh* I heard what she said though. Then the nice lady who fitted my mouth guard had to get in on the fun. It played out again for the receptionist. I didn't show them all the mail stashed inside. It included a package, albeit a light one. Oh. This was meant to be a simple show and tell, so moving on . . . These notecards are like an ode to spring. Lovely, aren't they?
As a graphic designer, I am fond of packaging designs. This deserves a nod. Have a product look-see here:
So much mail went out today that it took a rubber band to hold it together. Okay, it was a lot.
I found a pen with white ink that flows. Yea! Hooray! A lot of mail really did go out. Expect more this week. The next two days will be devoted to recovering from another dental workout. I look like I've had botox injections after a match with the current welterweight champ. My reflection makes me smile like Two Faced. LOL. I look so bad I could go bear hunting with a switch. Okay, it's the anesthesia that makes me funny. LOL. Goodnight.