Bad week for the mail
May 23rd 2008Wallabyeyes & laughter
My sister (hi!) sent me a birthday box, rushing to get it in the mail in time for this weekend. (It’s an exciting one, too! probably the last time my age will be a Mersenne prime. Naturally, I’ll spend it working on a paper.) The contents must be something extra special good, because they sprang out of the box before I even got home!
Actually, I think it had some help from the friendly raccoons:
Now that I’ve tried some for myself (early! but I can’t wait), how do they taste?
