How’s that for the most random blog post title ever? Hey, I’m just reporting on current events at the Warner household.
Yesterday, Young Son received his package from Lithuania in the mail. Here’s what it looks like:
Check out all the stamps. They got me to thinking about our postal regulations, particularly the one that says you can’t use stamps for a package over a certain weight. Such packages have to be brought into the post office for postage. Then I got to thinking about how this package came from overseas and how the U.S. Postal Service might find that suspicious. What could we possibly want from Lithuania? Why, a gas mask, of course. If you look in the lower left corner, you’ll see a declarations label, which clearly (well, clearly before Young Son opened the package) says “Gas mask.”
Why would Young Son want a gas mask? Because he’s a teenage boy and such things are cool to teenage boys. Plus, he likes military history and there’s nothing like military stuff to make military history more real. He wanted to wear the gas mask to a store last night – making it really real – but Hubby and I put our feet down. We didn’t want to get a call from the police department because he’d been picked up for looking suspicious. (In case you hadn’t noticed, Americans love to be suspicious.)
So, that’s the Lithuanian Package story, now for the wet dog.
We bathed Aleksandr tonight, only his third bath ever during his time with us. Poor dog looked so pathetic standing in the tub soaking wet. He was quivering, even though the water was warm and we had him standing on a towel. When he got out, which wasn’t soon enough for him, he shook a puddle on the floor and loose hair everywhere. As he moved through the house, he shook in every room. Lovely. We put him outside for a few minutes to shake some more, but it takes a while for a dog to dry, as is evidenced by this picture:
He was furiously licking himself. I caught him mid-lick in this pic. Not sure what all the licking is about. He’s already wet. Does he like the taste of the shampoo?
He’s been a wee bit crazy tonight, although if I had only gotten three baths in seven months, I’d probably feel crazy too. From our perspective, he smells great.
[Update – 5/7/2011: As promised in the comments, here’s a pic of Young Son in his gas mask: