(yes, I know it's backwards. Blame Apple)
My dear, gracious mother finally had given in to my sessions on Skype, nagging her about Germany's lack of the simple things like Ibuprofen (for the hangovers), Tylenol PM (for the traffic that goes by my window nightly), Old Spice deodorant (because they don't have it here?), Crest toothpaste (when I told her I had to buy Colgate, she pronounced her allegiance to Proctor & Gamble by saying "yuck"), Abreva (yeah, I got a coldsore), not one, but TWO pairs of Old Navy flip-flops (which the Germans will hate), not one, but TWO awesome KU t-shirts to wear proudly, a note written in Target Lady speak reminding me of her maternal love, copious amounts of bubble wrap, and last but not least, my favorite Ralph Lauren t-shirt that my 16 year old brother stole out of my suitcase the night before I left (not pictured, as I immediately put it on after opening). Upon signing for my package, I may or may not have skipped back to my room.
Maybe now this last month and a half will be a little more bearable.
Lerve you too, Mom.