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So Megan texted me on Friday to say that I had a package at the house. I spent the entire day trying to figure out what the fuck it was. Amazon and I clicked the wrong address? No, I hadn't ordered anything in months. Family? No, they generally know my address or call my mom before sending me stuff. Samsam? No, she would have asked about my address, I know it.
I finally settle on "it's almost Halloween; maybe my parents' old church sent me a care package, even though it's been six years" because I'd definitely gotten one last year.
I stopped by today to get it and saw the sender and just had to crack up and call Ashley.
TWO YEARS AGO, when I didn't have a job, I wasn't going to school, and I was extremely depressed....right around the time Sam came to visit...Ashley was like, "So I saw this thing a few months ago called Recovery Buddies and I sent in for a huggable pillow and got it and it's adorable." And because I am a follower, especially when I'm depressed, I sent in for one as well.
That's what the package was. XD
I finally settle on "it's almost Halloween; maybe my parents' old church sent me a care package, even though it's been six years" because I'd definitely gotten one last year.
I stopped by today to get it and saw the sender and just had to crack up and call Ashley.
TWO YEARS AGO, when I didn't have a job, I wasn't going to school, and I was extremely depressed....right around the time Sam came to visit...Ashley was like, "So I saw this thing a few months ago called Recovery Buddies and I sent in for a huggable pillow and got it and it's adorable." And because I am a follower, especially when I'm depressed, I sent in for one as well.
That's what the package was. XD