After 45 packets of dirty tins to be mailed, I am beginning to look like this little chickadee!
45 packets equals 450 rusty old tins. I DID NOT WASH THEM, and I am not bothered by that fact… though those of you who wanted them might be, and probably will never talk to me again.
There are a few more left, can you believe it? I think the entire bakery must have been thrown out in that box that the antique dealer gave me!
If you wanted some, and if I didn't get back to you please let me know, I have a few more dirty, rusty, tin packets left to give.
The Post Office Lady has it out for me… I am kinda nervous to see what she does when she sees the likes of these packets.
Tomorrow I have a Guessing Game… so get your thinking caps on, because it is a dandy of a challenge.
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72 Packets… later.
Done.
Not a single one left.
Thanks for loving dirt and rust.
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