Cousins are awesome.

The other day I received this package in the mail. I love getting mail. Such a sweet, small pleasure in life.


Inside was a nice note from my cousin, Carla. Who just so happened to be blessed with being my roommate for a couple of years while at Auburn. Okay, okay, maybe being "blessed" is a stretch.....as I was ever so thrilled to have her live with me, it probably wasn't as evident as I would have liked it to have been.

All my life, I've been the baby and grandbaby of the family. Older siblings, older cousins on both sides. I'm not saying I had to suffer through this rite of passage, being the baby wasn't so bad. :) But I always yearned to see what it felt like to be older than someone else, you know, to get to be the BOSS of them.

This is where Carla comes into my scenario of life supervision. Poor Carla. I loved her like the little sister I never had......which at times, probably was more than she bargained for!! :)

Anyway, in her lovely letter, she mentioned being in Auburn over the weekend and was thinking of us. She even talked about how she enjoyed reading our blog and staying caught up with all things family. So, for a brief moment in time, I thought.......hmmm, maybe she read this post concerning my need for a new fancy iron. And she's searched the world over until she found me the ultimate in pressed clothing duties---an AU collegiate iron that plays the fight song when you press the steam button.

Then I realized that the package was entirely too light for that product. But was instantly delighted when I pulled this out:


It may become my favorite wardrobe accesory for summer. Because the sun, in my eyes, is no good. And this hat, is just lovely.

Of course, Carla did mention that I had to share it with the little miss in the house. She wrote something about the fact that with her being in gymnastics and all, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I'll let her wear it around the house while I'm in the shower, maybe. But that sucker is mine. The package was addressed to me, and that's the way it is. Because this time around, I'm not just playing around....I am the boss.

It's one of those perks of having the title, Mom.

Carla, please accept this as my horrid example of a thank you. And I hope to get a real one in the mail to you very soon. In an attempt to stay in your good graces. So that if, with your keen eyes, you ever come across that War Eagle iron, you'll ship it to me, ASAP. :) But until then, I guess I will just have to keep pressing the dewrinkle button on the dryer.