The Happiest Boy in the World

I've now received two care packages in the past week. Hooray! Hooray!

This time it was from Mom, and by the 18 Hells of China, it had pants. Khakis, cords, and jeans. And they are all a size lower than when I left the US. All a perfect fit.

My old pants are all ridiculously big on me, not that they were ever really slim cut to begin with. And sure, I've been able to find pants around here, but they all the affordable ones are always a bit shoddy if they even have my size. I found some jeans, but they got an effeminate doolie across the bum. So, now, I'm happy.

I don't care if you call me a Momma's boy. I love my Mom.

She also sent Flushable Wipes with Scrubbing Bubbles.