DosLittleMonkeys

I don't swap anymore. My mail is too slow here and I don't think it's responsible to promise to send something that may not ever get there in one piece. It's not fun either, so why bother??

In the event that you get me for a partner, here is a little information about my location. Saipan is a U.S. Commonwealth--like Puerto Rico. I am of the opinion that a person working at the counter at the post office should have a pretty good grip on world geography. However, if you encounter one who appears to have slept through that class, or perhaps the last 20 years of their career, I have a solution. The worker can eliminate a lot of needless and painful confusion on their own part by simply typing the zip code into their computer. Magically, the prices to send mail here will appear, thus avoiding the hassel of attempting to figure out where the Northern Marianas are. The prices are the same as sending domestic mail within the States.

Once, I tried saying we were "down by the Philippines." Blank stare. "Guam?" Blank stare. "Ummmm Austrialia??" Slightly less blank. Sheesh.

If you are curious, here I am!

I hoard craft supplies. My favorite color is cranberry. I am too busy and too disorganized these days to craft but I still obsess over patterns, digital downloads, beads, real wool felt, thrift store treasures, etc. Maybe I will start again soon. That would mean I would have to find my fabric scissors though. I have two little girl monkeys. They love kawaii and bling. I am a Texan. "Once a Texan always a Texan." Don't mess with us--especially you flaker types. Non-raters & catfishes too! You mess with the bull, you get the horn. Remember that. I speak Spanglish which does me absolutely no good living on a tiny isla where they speak Tagalog, Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, Korean, Chamorro & Carolinian. I hate liver. I don't like Steely Dan or Neil Young. I don't really like orange. Don't send me anything involving any of these things--ever. You will not get a heart--ever--if you do.