Or yeah, showing off my loot again
This is my favorite kiddy-chocolate, Yogurette. It's a strawberry yogurt filling with a milk chocolate shell. It's disgustingly sweet, but I can't stop myself from eating them, especially when my mom sends half a dozen bars every 3 months or so.
One of my favorite blogs, Stuff Korean Moms Like challenged her readers to send in Korean mom evidence. Now my mom lives in Europe so I thought I wouldn’t be able to participate unless I got my brother or sister to help, but lucky me a few packages arrived this weekend.
box of plastic bags
Bag used to prevent kid's Christmas chocolates from being crushed.
Of course, there were other things in the packages like Advent calendars for the kids, Stroopwafels, candy but the bags weren’t just there for packing material, it was also to replenish my supply of good plastic bags.
Because you never can have enough good plastic bags, see Stuff Korean Moms Like #42 Paper and Plastic Bags. You never know when I might have to send something to my kid’s school or something for my husband’s co-workers and you know, there is a difference between sending something in a regular Kroger bag and something like this:
Bag from Kaufhof, chosen to give squeal of recognition to my former FAHS classmates
A Kroger bag says eh, I’m an ordinary person doing my ordinary shopping at an ordinary store. This bag says I’ve been to Europe, baby or know somebody who has. It marks you as a person of distinction and good taste to have a wide variety of plastic bags to choose from and the sense to know which bag for which occasion.
And even if the recipient or people who will see you carrying the bag are not capable of appreciating the message behind the bag, that’s okay, because you’ll know. That’s how you know something is high class, you do it for how it makes you feel, not for other people. And if the message is “I find your personality only warrants this Family Dollar bag with a small rip in the side” well, even us fancy people are human.
Note to husband: Do not read anything into me sending your lunch to work in a Walmart bag, that’s just me being practical. Also, I think it wouldn’t do to look like we have too much money, because we don’t want the people who work for you to feel resentful and we don’t want your bosses to think you make too much. Also, I’m saving the Target bags for when we go to the playground, because those are some judgmental people up in there.
But wait, there’s more!
What could I have filled this bag my mom sent me with?
The other packing material, pocket sized packets of tissue! The funny thing is the morning before we got these packages, we were going on a family outing and I stopped at Circle K to get some tissues to carry around. They didn’t have the pocket size, only the small box that is meant for keeping in the car, so I had to jam that in my purse. If you’re wondering why I didn’t just pull out a wad and put that in my purse, well I didn’t think of it until I wrote “jammed the box in my purse”.
So I tell my husband, you know, I should have asked my mom to send me a case of Tempos. Because she’s totally packed a case into my sister’s luggage when she came to visit me and she’s also sent me gallon sized bags of ketchup and mustard packets swiped from fast food restaurants, so the joke made sense.
And then we come home and the postman knocks and it’s like she read my mind!
We won’t discuss the joy having German tissue packets gives me. Either you get it or you don’t. Let’s just say when I’m pulling my screaming, writhing, snot nosed child to me in public so I can wipe his face, pretty much the only comfort I have is that at least I am using fancy, imported tissue.
By the way, I asked my mom if I could post this and she said to go ahead, maybe it would make her famous. That is pretty cool, I think.
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