What’s in Dad’s care package
Submitted by Debra Legg on Sunday, 4 July 2010
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We really should have sent a tooth brush with this one. Or, at the least, labeled it with a warning. Caution: Most of the contents will do severe dental damage.
I picked out the Oreo Cakesters, and Dad had requested the cartoon of cigarettes and the roll of smokeless tobacco. I added three of his favorite 3x5 notepads - they're the perfect size for his uniform pockets - and the Pringles Onion chips. The rest is Boots' work, and it shows.
Twizzlers: A seven-ounce package of cherry flavored. He'd wanted to send a five-pound box like the one we'd shipped a few months back, but we couldn't find it.
Gummy Army guys: We used to find these at a shoppette on post but we hadn't seen them for a while. They magically reappeared recently at the PX. "Oooh! Daddy will love these!" It seems slightly cannibalistic, but OK.
Fruit cocktail: Three, 15-ounce cans. I couldn't find any in natural juice, so let's hear it for even more sugar!
Paydays: Two bars to fulfill the weekly Recommended Dad Allowance. Not that he'd notice if I left them out given the rest of the haul.
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