Message in a bottle

 My love language is gifts. Pretty sure I've mentioned this before. But maybe I haven't. That's okay. Now you know. When Christmas comes around(and birthdays, for that matter), I go BIG on presents. If you don't believe me, ask anyone I send presents to. Especially Helen.

Last week, I was looking at blogs. I do that a lot. And then, after looking long enough, I get inspired to do something. Usually it doesn't last long. BUT the blog I was looking at has this long list of things you can MAIL without packages. From sponges and dodgeballs to stuff stuck inside old spice jars. I was highly intrigued. After looking up a tad bit of information, I ran to my room and started hunting for random crap. And I say that literally.

First things first. A water bottle. Terder. 

Then I had to dry it out. And it kinda sucked, so it actually wasn't totally dry when I sent it off....Oops.

Letter writing tiiimmmeee. (the friend mentioned is, indeed, Helen. Duh.)

And then I had to shove the letter in there. I had to fold it three different ways before I got it right.

This is the random crap part. Heh. Heh. Heh. I put a lot of stupid stuff in there, and it really doesn't matter WHAT I put in, cuz you're not Helen. Merher. Yes, those are sprinkles. Yes, they were a freaking pain in the BUTT to get in. 

And then I dropped it off in the big blue box. After I'd put postage and some addresses on it. I couldn't figure out how much my bottle weighed, so I just stuck a bunch of stamps on and hoped for the best. Turns out, I was 20 cents short. Oops. The story of Helen picking up the bottle is pretty humorous. Ask her about it, if you feel like it.

I felt super accomplished. It was highly fun. I totally didn't rush out of class to do it.

I'm in another highly strange mood, and chances are, you're going to get a post on a baking adventure that I am about to embark on. Chances are, it'll look like craaap.