Vonlipi, I've had your snowflake Pyrex wrapped up for days now. The first day I tried to post it, the postal outlet had just closed when I got there. Next day, the woman at the desk told me that they were unable to send packages in Canada. Huh? A Canadian can't send something within their own country? It's not like I'm trying to send heroin cupcakes into America or something. Anyway, I'll try again later this week. Until then, I hope my husband doesn't slam on the breaks too much since the package is a grocery bin in the trunk of our car. The parcel box is packed with the many foam peanuts you wrapped my Pyrex baby in. I hope Crazy Suburban Housewife doesn't get jealous from all this talk.
Lastly, I've sent out a surprise package to someone. The same ditzy clerk at Shopper's Drug Mart who wasn't able to explain why I can't mail packages in Canada, helped me with a package I was mailing to the US. I asked her if she had a "fragile" sticker. No sooner had she stuck it on the parcel, she dropped the dang thing. I kid you not. I'll be interested if the package arrives not in a thousand shattered pieces. Good grief!
For no apparent reason, I thought I'd share a vintage maxi pad commercial. Oh those crazy eighties. What a feeling! P.S. There's no way that skinny dancer is wearing a big, honkin' Stayfree Maxi Pad.