Prime Crime

Remember that time that I accidentally sent Maude (my) twelve boxes of Kleenex? If you don’t you should definitely click that link, but if you do, then you may find some humor in this little gem.

So, I always send my nieces a book for their first day of school. I recently got on Amazon to pick out this year’s reads. Bev here doesn’t really use Amazon much, (I know. People hate me for this almost as much as they hate me for hating dogs. Almost.) so I asked Maude if I could log in to her Amazon Prime account, so as not to pay for shipping. She quickly shot me the username and password, and in a short period of time, gifts were well on their way to the Dunnwalg home, courtesy of Aunt Bev.

I quickly realized that I needed some specialty notebooks for an upcoming work project, and put in a separate order for the notebooks and some pens while I was at it. I double, triple, and quadruple checked to make sure this order was going on my card (not Maude and Jasper’s saved card on their account), not to use the $13 they had in Amazon gift card credit (as I had done in the previous transaction for the books), and that the item would be shipped to me, not Maude and Jasper.

Except…

I literally checked like four times. Thank God I am headed back to the Mayberry area in a few short weeks for cousin Bessie’s wedding, or I’d be paying Maude to ship my shit. Which, you might remember, is the whole reason I used her account.

I need a nice cold can of LaCroix now. (#Whole30Probs)

-Bev