* * * We finally got the box of stuff we sent ourselves from Gatlinburg, and BELIEVE YOU ME I was cursing the woman who’d packed the box for us. By the time I was done scooping those evil fucking styrofoam peanuts out of the box, I had two big garbage bags full of nothing but the fucking things (Fred dropped them off at a Mailboxes, Etc. the next morning. Recycling at it’s finest.). I loathe those fucking things, HATE THEM. What’s wrong with plain old bubble wrap? NOTHING, that’s what. I swear, the next time I get a box with peanuts in it, I’m going to be forced to go on a shooting spree. Styrofoam peanuts = pure evil. Ugh. Anyway, I took pictures of most of the stuff I bought for you to enjoy. Who loves ya? Why, yes. That would be me. I always buy tons of magnets when we’re in G’burg, some of them from World O’ Magnets, and some in other gift stores. I do love the magnets.
Fred surprised me by buying this one for me. Awww.
My favorite. Heh.
Love the Happy Bunny!
A blurry shot of some of the salsa Fred bought at The Pepper Palace.
We won a shot glass from Fannie Farkle’s (an arcade).
Fred usually gets the obnoxious t-shirts, but when I saw the back, I had to get this one for myself. Above is the front…
The back. Heh. (You can get your own here.)
Because we just don’t have enough cups. Really!
Two Quarry Cats to add to my collection. 
Don’t I need this shirt?
I don’t know why this made me laugh. It just did!
Pretty, no?
“I dub thee… Sir Stumpinboogers!”