Lane And Chester Have Made My Year.

I received a note this afternoon saying that there was a package waiting for me at the post office. I pulled my clothes onto my sticky and stinky body (real talk!) and got to stepping. The 90 degree weather, my stubborn fever and tummy grumbles were not about to slow me down, I've got mail! Tangible, paper mail!!! I turned in the slip and in exchange I got this massive box of love...



I had to exercise my very best grownup restraint to stop myself from ripping it open right there. I lugged it home, popped it open and smiley-wept for a good 10 minutes.



Lane and Che rounded up a generous portion of guilty pleasures and thoughtful treats, all of which made me feel pretty darn special. They never failed to take care of me in L.A. and they've managed to do the same from over a thousand miles away.



Nothing contained in that box can be found in Oaxaca and everything contained in that box makes me incandescently happy.



My inner chubby girl reached for the shrimp chips but my inner poor girl hesitated. Maybe I should save these for a special occasion? Or a more likely event - an emotional breakdown. Fuck that, the chubby girl always wins and thank god. She's the happier one anyways.



I love you guys. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!