Parcels From Home

When the hotel called to say I had a parcel to pick up in the basement, I figured it was the tickets I’d ordered for our Chicago Trolley tour. I thought it odd they’d be considered a parcel, but 24 hours out from a marathon I’m trying not to waste any energy figuring out oddities.

So I was more than surprised to be handed a bubble-wrapped envelope (clearly not tickets) and then uber-surprised to see a certain Bolton, Mass. address on it 🙂

Love it love it love it! 🙂 Thanks so much, Tom!

– cj

About garmin_girl

I'm a 40-something single mother of three--two great human girls and one four-legged Dalmatian banshee--who is hellbent on swimming, biking and running straight through my midlife crisis. Care to tag along? Crazy loves company! ;)
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