I signed up to do CuppaKim's mug swap. I haven't done a swap in years, the last time being when I was still a regular contributor to the Cooking Light Bulletin Boards. Frankly, the last swap I did there ended poorly when the bottles broke on the way to their recipient. But that was a while ago, and perhaps I'm older, wiser, and a better packer than then.
I am older.
I considered...I planned...and planned so long that I realized after the deadline to mail that I was still in posession of the mugs and candle I had purchased to send. Do you know how much it costs to send priority mail? I call it a user fee for procrastination. Sigh. I checked the tracking, and I'm still not sure it will be there in time. Oh, and I found the note that I wrote sitting on the table in my office the next day when I went into my office. Rachel, I'm sorry. I hope everything arrives in one piece. This is why I shouldn't swap. Good intentions are not all they're cracked up to be.
I did arrive home to a lovely box all the way from Christine M in Alberta one super rainy day this past week.