Return to Sender

Yesterday I received a piece of mail that boggled my mind.
No, not the awesome Secret Santa package, that was GREAT!
Thanks again, Kori for organizing and Hollie for sending me my gift.

Nope, I received a letter
FROM someone in Georgia
TO someone in Connecticut...
that somehow ended up here in Texas.

Baffling.

Scary.

Incompetent?

Anyway, it gave me an idea.

It'd be so fun to have a reality show called Return to Sender,
where we stick a miniature person in a package or two or three...
and see where they end up
and what they go through.

No?
No miniature people willing?
What about an oompah loompah?

Ok, let's try this.

I'll sacrifice for the good of my new show and send my kids.
Because, frankly, although they're cute and adorable,
things haven't been the same since the corn field visit,
(and you know what that means!).

So, here they are, innocent little sweeties suckers,
where I tell them to climb into the "fun truck" to "play."

Oops, looks like Annie joined them.
Oh, well, casualty of war, I guess.

They start to get bored, while I search secretly for the keys to lock them in.

Wait, wait, Remy, where are you going?
Don't get out!
There will be pizza...and, and candy inside there in a minute!

Annie is concerned about where her boy has gone.
He'll be right back Annie, he wanted his shoes.
He'll probably need them where he's going.

See Annie shake paw/hand?!
Isn't she smart?!
I'll miss her.

This is where I tell them to wave at me for the picture.
They do it (because I have them so well trained)
but then ask, "Why?"

And this is where I laugh like a maniac as I slam the door shut,
saying, "Good-bye, suckas!"

They were cute for a while, but I've decided to send them away.

Then my husband comes out of the house to tell me he needs the U-Haul truck to get his desk from storage, and I have to let them out.

Darnit.