My super awesome friend from Portland who always wears a smile, Chanda, ordered my CD because she's cool like that. Then I completely desecrated the envelope with these five easy steps:
1. I found some old decorated envelopes that we used to send out Sweetestday CD's in. "Cool, I'll use these!"
2. Realized that they already had our old address on them. "Oh well, I'll just put another label over it and write our new addy." (Carl frowned)
3. Weighed the enveloped on a postage scale to make sure there was enough stamps already on it. "Nope!"
4. Added more stamps and took it to the post office. Guess what? Apparently CD's are considered "parcels" because they don't bend, so there
still wasn't enough postage on it! Hence the parcel rate stamp and additional first class stamp. "Holy crap, Chanda's gonna laugh when she sees this mess."
5. Got an email from Chanda a couple weeks later saying she hadn't gotten anything in the mail and then I found that I'd sent it to her old address. That's why I can show this pic to the public, because she don't live there no mo'. The USPS added the Hand of God/Uncle Sam pointer finger label and returned it to me so I could feel ashamed.
Count 'em! Eleven different stamps. 12 if you count the one I covered up.
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