I love swaps.
Love, love, love.
"Get hooked on swaps not drugs," its my new motto.
Shirts to come soon.
Here's how it all went down: I got paired with Jennifer from Life with the Haas'. She bought for me her favorite things, I bought for her my favorite things, we exchanged packages via the trusty postal system, opened said packages and squealed with delight.
I squealed. Jen, did you squeal?
AnyChristmasinMarch, the following (in painful detail) is the unveiling of my goodies:
This is my seven pound package. Seven pounds.
What else weighs seven pounds: babies, large chickens, a five-pound and two-pound weight. Seven pounds is a lot, is what I'm trying to say.
(more on why blogger does not rotate my pictures at a later date)
Corey was almost more excited than me. He wanted this to be like Christmas where he presents me with each gift.
So I told him he had to be part of the pictures.
It may or may not have taken us ten minutes and more than five test pictures to get one "approved."
Eventually, we dug in.