Dear UPS Store,
I love you. So much. Be my boyfriend, UPS Store.
You were made for people like me. I do not have my shit together. Buying gifts is the extent of my togetherness. I do not have boxes and packing tape and peanuts. And I do not do the Post Office.
So much love for the UPS Store. I dashed there after work with nephew gifts in tow (no need to rush! extra-late holiday hours!) and within 10 minutes, they were boxed, taped, labeled and whoosh...grabbed by a UPS guy and were on the truck outside by the time I signed my credit card receipt.
Mmmm, warm buttery efficiency.
So my little guys will have their (kickass) Christmas gifts within a couple days, I'm the awesome aunt and am two errands away from being completely DONE with the whole Christmas shopping brouhaha.
And I owe it all to you, UPS Store.
Well, not really. But I love you enough to let you think that.