A box and what it contained, a tale

Yesterday, a postman speaking rapid Swedish way too early in the morning delivered a monstrosity of a box. Groggily peering at the box, I noticed it was for Carl Johan and upon talking to him, he waved a virtual finger at me and told me I couldn’t touch it until he got home. Which was about seven hours. Seven. Do not touch the box for seven hours.

Well, after taking a nap next to the box, eyeing it sideways, and peeling at the edges of the tape, he came home! Inside were several items including a minty green handbag, a funny photograph frame made to look like an old computer, a teapot in the shape of a sheep, and two books which upon discovering the word ‘journal’ on them, I asked, “Are we in therapy?’

Matching!

No, no therapy. Carl Johan had the idea that we could spend a period of time filling out these journals - every page gives you instructions on what to write, draw, or do - and then we could post them to each other. Post them because the back of the book says to do so though I don’t know what the point of that is. Our deadline is December, giving us plenty of time to work on our many other internet projects.