Hey, Tattva, I want one. Seriously.
Superdude, I’m afraid I’m graduating this December, so I won’t be around to pick up another one. Maybe ask Delphica really nicely…
But I pretty much have given away all of the shirts but the one I kept. If I’d only drawn your name.
Sorry.
[sub]Wow, Superdude talked to me!!! I’m so happieeee!![/sup]
Superdude, I’m afraid I’m graduating this December, so I won’t be around to pick up another one. Maybe ask Delphica really nicely…
But I pretty much have given away all of the shirts but the one I kept. If I’d only drawn your name.
Sorry.
[sub]Wow, Superdude talked to me!!! I’m so happieeee!![/sup]
Oh, btw, Milnot is a condensed milk product. It’s really sweet.
Ah crap.
I was so happy I double-posted for the first time.
Oh well, I could always use the padding.
Dammit.
[sup]Though, after looking at your homepage, Me-ow![/sup]
Naughty kitty!
So, anyone sending a package to me??? If so, I need a CAT t-shirt! 
Ahem. Someone has a brand new CAT t-shirt sitting right on her desk … sealed even, for your sanitary security. Perhaps some lucky Doper will receive this in the mail …
I suppose I should say that I have a package for you…
My apologies to my overseas recipient, I have not sent the box yet.
I also haven’t received anything, so I don’t feel as bad as I could.
I nominate Loafman[sup]TM[/sup], the amazing human skeleton with squeaking viscera I got from pcubed. Everyone who has visited my house since he came in the mail yesterday has wanted him…I could see it in their eyes that they wanted to take Loafman[sup]TM[/sup] home with them.
![Loafman[sup]TM[/sup]](http://people.mn.mediaone.net/patti76/loafman.jpg){kind=link}
Well I just got my elephant and first I want to thank Seawitch for thousands of styrofoam peanuts that festively cover my room.
I dive into the peanuts and come up with a video tape, Dances With Wolves to be precise. My second foray comes up with Something Wicked This Way Comes and a bag of microwave popcorn. Aha! A movie theme. Further wading brought the following titles to light.
Hannah and Her Sisters
Picture Perfect
Play It Again Sam
Bliss
Father of the Bride
You’ve Got Mail
And The Mask, the only tape I already owned.
I dig deeper into the box and encounter something wrapped in bubble wrap and heavy. “What she do send me a VCR to watch them on?”
Needless to say when I actually pulled out a VCR, I was completely floored.
I don’t know what to say. Thank you seems so inadequate, but I’ll have to go with that. Thank you very much.
She sent you an VCR and tapes??? Man, that’s fabulous!
Of course, if that, in SEAWITCH’s mind, crap then the rest of her stuff must rock. Peeing in a gold-plated toidy, SEAWITCH? 
Damn!
Talk about upping the ante!
Glad it showed up, Verrain! I was starting to worry. The remote control, by the way, is in the mail. (I left it home that day…)
For those of you that thought I was being extravagant, you’ll be pleased to know that it records fitfully and has a finicky auto-tracking feature. Hours of swearing, snarling, and pushing buttons await you!
Mental note: Box gold-plated toidy for shipping to Jodi. Make do with platinum bidet for now.
Woohoo! That’ll class the joint up.
Guess I’ll start throwing dinner parties in the john. Once they see the GPT, my friends will surely understand.
OK, pardon the non-elephant related comment, but this talk of GPT jogged my memory.
Eons ago, my parents remodeled the bathroom in our house, and I was telling my grandparents about it, with special emphasis on the novelty (to me) of a black toilet seat. My grandfather, never one to mince words, said “What’s that supposed to do - put you in the mood to sh*t?”
Carry on… <smiling nostalgically>
Ho-lee poop! I gotta tell you, there is some great stuff coming out of the woodwork.
I got home yesterday too late to pick up a package that had arrived, but I got it today. Rocking chair, you are a doll! The list of stuff you sent me is long and staggering. If all this stuff was sitting around your desk, I can’t imagine what sort of junk you kept!
In a small, unassuming box next to me, there is:[li]a 10-pack of Batman disks (holy-floppy!)[]a tisty-turny thing (very cool)[]an M&M thingie []a bunch of “Trash” stickers []a skeleton/ruler/magnifying glass []some chop-sticks (always useful)[]some tiny Scooby-notes []a yo-yo [] a little snowman ornament []a Scooby coffin/whistle []an octopus bookmark []Lever 2000 wipes (always useful)[]a Scooby eraser thingie []a paper-weight with a tiny globe in it []a giant @ letter-opener []a little fuzzy-weeble thing…?[]a penny []a tiny calm-clip []a top (the spinny-kind)[]the center-part to a tape dispenser []an AOL 6.0 CD (in the trash )[*]some hugs (for this past week, thank you, thank you)[/li]and the single greatest thing-[li]a sheet of big-bubble wrap (poppoppop!)[/li]
Once again, thanks for all the stuff, I’ll find somewhere for it all!
I know I promised that I would mail my package without fail today. Well, I tried, I really did. I drove out of my way to go to the post office… only to discover that the counter with the actual postal workers closes promptly at five (it’s the only thing they DO promptly, I think).
So I looked around and found a scale that will tell you your postage needs. $5.20. Okay fine. So I go over to the book-of-stamps-selling-thingy. Books of stamps cost $6.80. Okay fine. I pull out my wallet.
I have a five, a one… and a twenty. I check my pockets: 32 cents. The B-O-S-S-T accepts ones, fives, and tens, but not twenties. Argh. I trudge despondently back towards my car - and two other cars pull up. I ask the first person, “Scuse me, do you have change for a twenty?” He smiled ruefully and said, “sorry, I don’t have that kind of riches.” I approached the other person - a woman who was about to get out of her car - and she promptly stopped getting out. Heh. I made the universal gesture for “roll down your window” and stopped well out of reach (I was on the passenger side, people). She rolled her passenger window down about four inches. I asked her, “Would you by any chance have change for a twenty?” She fumbled in her purse; I pulled out my wallet and she noticeably flinched when she saw me reach for my back pocket.
Huzzah, she had a ten and two fives! I approached the car as you would a deer you were trying not to frighten away and poked my twenty through the slightly open window. She took it and only THEN did she poke the change out. I think she was disappointed when I didn’t smash the window with my head and drag her out for a good old-fashioned post-office disgruntlement.
So okay fine - I now had enough small bills to buy stamps. I do, only to discover that I haven’t left much room around my illustration of a leering elephant to place said stamps (I’d been expecting to slap on one of those meter strips they give you at the counter). So okay fine - I carefully applied them all around the drawing and make them fit (aren’t these new adhesive stamps the bomb diggity, folks?)
I then carried my white elephant package triumphantly to the little package-swallowing-thingy… only to discover that I am not allowed to place stamped mail weighing more than a pound into the P-S-T. Ted Kaczynski, you wild-eyed Patti-LaBelle-haired jumpsuit-wearing freak, thanks a LOT. Just because of you and your damn letter bombs, my white elephant recipient has to wait ANOTHER day to get her stuff - and she’s apparently some sort of virgin, judging by her screen name, so she’s already had to do a lot of waiting. You technology-hating jerk. Somebody ought to throw you and your manual typewriter in jail or something.
The good news is, now that I have it stamped I can just mail it from the office tomorrow. Which I will do, I SWEAR.
well, you should see my desk, i think i have enough stuff for a dozen white elephants.
i’m not sure if the fuzzy thing is for holloween or for thanksgiving. so decorations for two holidays. company freebees are soo strange sometimes.
soooo, you filed the cd already…
enjoy!!!