Um, Merry Christmas?
I get the mail and the package. Much to my dismay I open the package to find packing peanuts. not just a few to stuff around the edges, but LOTS of peanuts. I carefully extract the inner box from the outer box and only spilled a few peanuts. VICTORY!!!
I take the inner box to the counter and open it to find yet MORE peanuts. Inside the inner box are four smaller boxes. I open those (no peanuts) and find some adorable personalized mugs. Marcella, Mike, Colin and RALPH. Sigh.
I hear a loud and laughing, "OH NO!" and go to the living room to find this.
It took me no less than 20 minutes to clean up the damn peanuts. The more I swept and scooped the more static electricity built up. Each time I'd get a full dust pan 70% of them would literally jump out of the pan and flee the box I was attempting to get them back into. They kept getting broken into smaller and smaller bits. Colin kept laughing and pulling more out. Raph was *helping* me clean up and asked what they were called. I told him they were packing peanuts.
"BUT MOMMY! I'M ALLERGIC TO PEANUTS!"
Nice try. Back to work.
I did find an old spray can of static guard and that helped tame the jumpers and I got the majority of the peanuts back in the box. I'm still finding little broken peanut bits stuck to myself and my children.