A few months ago, we had some foreign visitors.
They were a bit…. odd looking.
We took them in, giving them a temporary place to relax on their journey to their new home: Canada.
More specifically, with Leanne Shirtliffe of Ironic Mom.
Her poor Things had a bit of trouble with their stylist.
So one night, as she lamented yet again about their new granny hair, I Googled.
I found replacements.
Only one problem: they didn’t ship to Canada.
So they came to Texas, basking in the beautiful weather, taking time to play with my children.
I told them of the snow covered Calgary.
They were not impressed.
So they languished, soaking up the sun and Lil Diva drool as Leanne wondered when I’d finally get around to shipping them to her.
Then summer hit.
The Things were not a fan of 100 degree heat. They begged me to finally fly them to their new home.
The dinosaur was the last straw.
“How do you want me to send them again?” I asked Leanne.
“Well the Canadian post is on strike so you’ll have to use FedEx or UPS.”
Lil Diva accompanies me to send off The Things, then loses herself in bubble wrap and other packing materials while I sign my life away on the forms.
Come on customs. They are dolls. From Burger King. Do I have to tell you they have blue hair too?
They don’t tell me the price until I complete the paperwork.
“You have to be kidding me? It’s not like they’re explosive lithium batteries!”
Lil Diva cackles maniacally (it’s hilarious and a bit scary) as she disappears down another aisle and I pray she doesn’t destroy anything.
“That’s the only option to Canada.”
Next day air.
“Forget it. Shipping should not cost more than the Things you’re sending.” I grab the squealing Diva and leave for the UPS store.
Again, I sign my life away on the forms, the process taking even longer because the counters are open, and Lil Diva finds it hysterical to run behind and into their back office.
I lost count of how many times I apologized.
Finally the Things relax in their cushy accommodation, I remove the packing material from Lil Diva’s claws, take her out of the back area for the fifteenth time, and with relief hear that it will be half the cost of FedEx.
And off they go.
Now my son wonders where his Thing is.
I told him he can visit it in Canada next year.