Mail Call!

Last night our landlord, James, came into the apartment and said, "Mail call!"

He presented us with this box, from my Uncle Kim, in Illinois:













John opened it,













and we found this!













A package of cookies with Canadian money taped to it.























Inside the box were peanut butter blossoms, made with peanut butter-filled chocolate kisses. What a fabulous idea, I can't believe it's never occurred to my peanut butter loving brain before.













Thanks, Uncle Kim! The cookies are still good, despite the length of time it takes for mail to get here on the Pony Express.