Easter Surprise

My mother is the best. Every Easter she sends a butter cream egg from Cummings and every year, nothing is more anticipated in my house. I even got permission from the pediatrician to resume dairy consumption just for the event.

This year she had it shipped Express, which costs more and is a guaranteed two-day delivery. So when the package didn't arrive by Saturday (the day before Easter), it was a bad sign.

Another bad sign is when the post office delivers your package in a special plastic wrap.

With an apology note.

Once unwrapped, this is what my package looked like:The picture doesn't quite capture the emotion elicited upon receipt (mostly tears) or the big black footprint on the other side of the envelope.

And you can't quite see the grit on the note... and the butter cream egg.

I called Mom to thank her and let her know that the package had finally arrived. She asked about its condition. I told her that the minty treats for the girls were perfect, as was the Kit Kat.

"What Kit Kat?"

Hmm.

Apparently, the postal service felt so bad about ruining my fancy butter cream egg that they stuck a Kit Kat bar in to make up for it. I can't remember when I've laughed so hard at anything postal.

Epilogue: I ate as much of the butter cream egg as I could. Then I ate the Kit Kat.