the other day i went on a tirade about cardboard. it was really a rant about how i hate it. some people took that to mean i needed more. i can see how me complaining about having the wrong size boxes makes it even tougher to live in my cardboard jungle.
so the kaiser drops by on saturday with a van full of boxes. actually, a van full of perfect boxes. you know how good it feels to have the perfect box to ship something?
somehow, you all may feel dumber for having read this. sorry.