Last week, I got something in the mail that made me squeal so high and loud, I doubt anyone but Chihuahua could hear me:
A CARE PACKAGE FROM KATIE ETT!!
It was full of all kinds of neat stuff, like an awesome photo she ripped out of Time Out New York magazine of this half-naked chick in bondage gear riding the subway and a guy sitting next to her, completely unfazed, and a Christmas card.
Yeah, a Christmas card. We’re whimsical little quirkmuffins, aren’t we?
(That magazine page is so totally getting framed and hung in my living room.)
But most exciting were the stickers she gave me to plaster all over Shreveport.
Rather than horde them jealously, which is, of course, what I really wanted to do, I gave them to all my friends.
And then asked them to pose for photos while doing their best interpretations of “unapologetically mundane.”
So basically, what I’m trying to tell you here is I carted these stickers around in my purse for a week, then shoved them in my friends’ faces and forced them to do my bidding.
What can I say? I’m the kind of girl who’s a delight to everyone she meets.
Here are a few of the best:
Katie is Unapologetically Mundane.
Ryan is Unapologetically Mundane.
Erik is Unapologetically Mundane.
Ian is Unapologetically Mundane.
Russell is Unapologetically Mundane.
So tell me:
What do you do everyday that’s Unapologetically Mundane?
Your Unapologetically Mundane
Kel
P.S. Guess this means I owe Ett a care package full of live crawfish and Mardi Gras beads.
Aren’t you amazed at how many damned stamps that thing took? I chose the big fluffy envelope so that lady’s boobies wouldn’t get squashed, not knowing that I’d have to fill up the whole front with my ugly stolen work postage.
I love your friends and the fact that they all have such nicely-lit houses. You can keep the crawfish, though I might send you shirtless photos in exchange for the beads.
Yes. We are SO doing that. You send me a topless photo (of you OR Kamran; doesn’t matter, really) and I send you beads. It’ll be, like, the longest Bourbon Street EVER.
Hey… wait a minute. WE sent YOU beads – pink ones, even – and I don’t remember gettin’ no topless photos in return.
We’re sure (Jennifer too) that you will rectify this situation at your earliest convenience. If you have already mailed said photos, please disregard this notice.
Shooooot…why do you think I’m comin’ there for Halloween?! I’ve got to do my due diligence in the bead department!
You’ve gotta love getting surprise packages! It makes going to get the mail SO much more fun.
Frankly, I love getting anything at all in the mail which is not a bill.
Dear Stalkers: Except dead animals, body parts and/or blood. My sense of humor stretches just so far. Kisses, Kel
Once again, I’ll have to check out the pics once I get home, but YAY for surprise packages! You guys should come up with some sort of “tacky souvenir-off” competition…
As I recall. there is one- Nathan and I are currently winning… Kel will have to remind me tho- was it the gold peanut pocketknife, the Disney coconut or the many Boll weevil related items that pushed us in the lead?
The coconut, definitely. It maintains a place of honor in my kitchen.
I mean, it IS food-related, after all.
Between Shreveport and NYC, can you even IMAGINE the possibilities?!
I love the long-distance beads for pics of boobies idea. How funny! Nice package! Wait… that didn’t come out right.
What do we do that’s UM? We read. We sit in the living room in our jammies with our dog on the ottoman between our fuzzy-socked feet, re-reading the Robert Jordan series, enjoying every overly-detailed second of it! (the concepts and story keep us reading, not nec’ly the writing style)
Robert Jordan…never read anything by him! Thanks for the recommendation!
As for me, my most unapologetically mundane activity is definitely reading in bed before I go to sleep. In my little nerdy glasses and everything. It’s priceless.
It’s nice to know we aren’t the only ones crazy enough to send you care packages! It’s always nice getting a (pleasant) surprise in the mail!
Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, will ever take the place in my heart where the Boll Weevil Festival items currently reside.
I’ll pretend I didn’t see this.
I mean…they’re BOLL WEEVILS.
I think that says it all.
OK, fine. Don’t tell Jennifer and Swell Nathan, okay?
Two weeks later and I’m STILL showing that Christmas card to every single person who comes to my house.
If I’d known that would happen, I would’ve sent you an actually-personal card from the Katie/Tracey collection of homemade greetings.
I sent my sister a card via snail mail a few weeks ago in which it said, “When I’m President, I’m going to solve all conflicts with a dance-off.” On the inside it said, “You’re going to VP so work on your moves.”
Priceless.
Personally, I think that’s a great idea. North Korea starts acting like a bunch of douchebags? DANCE-OFF!
Have you seen the Thriller prison video? I think we have already been served, as it were.
We needs us a LINK!
You know I’m too lazy to Google stuff.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thriller_(viral_video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o
i tried to make a more mundane face, but it just looked all down syndromy…
You try your best, Russell. There are no losers here, only winners.
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