I am sipping root beer right now. And now I'm just smelling it, letting the aroma of it waft into my nose like the smell of root beer wafting into one's nose. It is fantastic. How and why do I have root beer? Because I have awesome friends.
I came home at midnight tonight (it's spring break over here) expecting to go to bed after a long day of sitting on my butt and watching a Harry Potter movie marathon. Yet there was much unforeseen sipping of heavenly drinks to take place.
Carlen and Marina and Mrs. and Mr. Smoske are now on par with that awesome Ohio church that sends us Christmas presents every year. And Awesome Ohio Church, to me, is on a very high level. After a trip through the wonders of the African postal service, I got the care package they sent me. It was not only filled with a score of American lollipops, but with a dozen A&W root beers, a pair of sweet books, as well as what has potential to be the greatest movie of all time movie from Tim. It's pretty late, and I keep giving the characters in the comic book British accents- 14 hours of Harry Potter would do things to any man. Because of this, I'm going to stick with the food for now, but by golly it's swell.
All this to say one thing. Thank you. Very very very much. This was a fantastic day for it to arrive. It's hard to explain the feeling of receiving a dozen root beers by mail, and I will go out on a limb by saying that it's almost worth not being able to get root beer for said feeling. Not quite, but almost. Slices of home are really what keep me going, and you just served me like a pie of home. You know who you are. I love your pies. Thank you for them.
-Will
"This care package is friggin' awesome"
-Me, 30 seconds ago
