Comedic Transactions

I had a Group.on to use for a photobook... and since B's birth and hospital stay was considerably more than a, "Look how cute and omg he has your eyes" trip, I had a wad of photos that needed their own book. I also wanted somewhere I could physically print his story, because I'm sure I'll forget over time and he'll want to know the details. Five pages of this photobook I created below hold his entire birth and hospital stay story, similar to what I posted on the blog when he was born.

Each year, my intention will be to create a photobook of that year, starting at B's birthday. I want each cover to be a picture of B in front of his cake for that year as well. This will likely only work until he's about 10 and no longer thinks it's cool to pose for photos, especially for his mom. But until then, that's the plan.

On to the funny part. So the Group.on was for a company called Ph.otobook America. One would then assume that the photobook would be coming from, I don't know, America, right?

Let me start by saying I don't care at all where this comes from. Yes, I do live in the Midwest where big Unions and proud Americans wave their flags and only purchase American-made products. {Reminds me of that country song, Made in America}. We even have our own American flag proudly waving on our white Georgian home as I type this. But remember, I'm from California. We're hippies and tree-huggers and organic-eating and a big melting pot of all-over-the-world in that state. And Asia is just a hop, skip, and jump over the pond that is the Pacific-- the ocean that I spent everyday gazing at during high school and college and beyond college when I lived just blocks from dipping my feet into.

So across that pond... apparently lies Ph.otobook America. Let's investigate, shall we?

Order was placed and about a week later, I received this email. Get a load of the shipping company:

At that point, I knew it was flying international, I just didn't know the origin. So I tracked the package:

I feel comfortable posting this here as apparently it was delivered to my home, I signed for it, and yet, I don't live in a place called Franklin Park, IL. As a matter of fact, I have no idea where that even is. But more importantly, note the origin of Ph.otobook America in Malaysia. Those tricksters.

So thinking this was comical, at least to me, I promptly forwarded the email to my husband who also had something to say:

This is apparently where I get my kicks these days. Aside from a pretty special little peach who this book was all about. I always wanted my kid to be culturally inclusive and well-rounded.