Let's take a closer look.
Preparation H to go, just in case of an emergency hemorrhoid outbreak. Patty, how did you know my mother used to call me (seriously) "Mommy's Little Hemorrhoid?" I can't believe no one ever called DCFS. Also please notice the Bacon Bandages. How can anyone be upset about a little cut when you can slap a piece of bacon on it? Very helpful for a variety of situations.
Learn to play the harmonica! I bought something similar 15 years ago on a trip to Florida and entertained my family for hours and hours and hours in the car. Then, on the plane ride home, I was sitting with my Nana and decided to pull out the old harp and entertain the masses with a little "Oh Susanna." My mom came storming up to our aisle within a few notes. If her ears could have shot out steam, they would have been doing it at that moment. My Nana (and biggest fan) told her angrily, "Leave her alone, Mary! Everyone's enjoying it!" They weren't, and my mom confiscated my instrument. But now I have a new one! My family will be thrilled!!!!
Now these mice I'm pretty sure were for my mouser dog, Coopie. He seemed to like them and will be perfect practice for when I move into my new rodent-infested home.
In short, I loved it and my day was made. I am playing the harmonica right now with bacon bandages stuck to my face, Preparation H on my nether regions and coloring with my left hand. Patty's right, this should keep me busy for at least 30 minutes.
Not to be outdone, my friend and former NYC roommate (I'm just going to pretend we had a cold water walk up there for a couple of years) Kate sent me three books last week. I can't wait to read them and have been delayed by the Myron Bolitar detective series by Harlan Coben. Kate did NOT introduce me to these because she only reads the HIGHEST QUALITY of literature. She's like Gwyneth Paltrow or Oprah, in so many different ways.
Sorry to make this short but I have some Yahtzee to play.