cimorene

My parents sent a package too large for the combined puny forces of wax and me to carry six blocks to the bus stop. Since we don't have a dog and a sled, I put off picking it up because I was chicken about asking Brother Windows for the loan of his chauffering service when he now has a real job, a kid, and a pregnant and sick wife. When I first went there the lady was like, "Oh, you can't carry this, can you, do you have a car? Do you want me to keep it until you can come back?" - So there's that in my defense... except I totally knew I couldn't really leave it there FOREVER. But anyway, apparently they opened it and sent all the individual boxes inside back to my parents, so I now owe them like thirty bucks. And am in big trouble. D: I can't think of a good way to be like "But just don't send me forty pounds of stuff all at once" when they have my wishlist of books and stuff and it's longer than your arm, and it's actually cheaper if you send it in bulk, I know, and originally sending it in bulk was my idea but... um. Well. Not that much bulk? I'm not She-Ra! Yeah, so I probably won't see any more of my stuff until I can go home and ship it to myself. *facepalm*