3,304 sheets of paper, 472 staples, and who knows how many pounds of glossy, fabulous, Junior League information.
Today is Bulk Mailing Day, and I fear I'm going to be arrested.
Can you even bring a suitcase into a post office?
I don't know what else to do. I don't have a box big enough, and whatever I use, it needs to have wheels. I had originally thought of stuffing the baby stroller (sans baby) with the newsletters, but then Brian suggested a suitcase. We both kind of looked at each other like, "Well...I guess that would work."
And so we stuffed the Samsonite and called it a night.
I just really don't want to get arrested. Brian was joking with me that his role as First Man of the Communications Committee does not extend into free legal work, so he should not be my only phone call from the Big House. That leaves my mom, Deana, and maybe Courtney. A little help, ladies? Who's going to post my bail? Please?
Yes, I'm delving into WCS (worst case scenario). But after the ordeal that was the Sage, getting arresting for dragging a highly suspicious item into a government building is on par with this publication.
At least I look nice in orange.
Editor's note: I would like to point out that after this picture was taken, I re-read the directions for non-profit bulk mailing and realized we had to organize every piece of mail by zip code. This necessitated pulling every single newsletter out of the suitcase, reading each label, and organizing accordingly. It's okay, it only added an additional 90 minutes to our night. But I really love my husband and he's definitely earned his title as FM of CC! :-)