My mother always sends me the strangest packages for my birthday so this year it's being documented.
Some strange wobble-headed thingy. It has a metal staple stuck in its nose. I believe this is my mother's commentary on how much she dislikes my own nose piercing.
A package of salted peanuts. I'm not upset about this. Peanuts are, in fact, absolutely and ridiculously delicious.
Those thingies where you scratch off black stuff and there's rainbow colors underneath.
A birthday card with a nice greeting inside and a plea for more phone calls.
Cookies! In a nice tupperware container. I already ate some and they're delicious.
A festive bag.
A change thingie without about two dollars in quarters inside. Since there are no arcades nearby...
I'll consider a contribution to the tattoo fund!
Thanks, mom, I love ya!
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