Day 390: Mail a Potato

Spud Brahhhhs

     Why? Why drive to the store, buy a potato, then proceed to mail said potato to someone? The best answer I can think of is: the internet.
     The idea for this came, the same way that so many ideas do, from something we read online. I think it was Reddit, that I first saw a picture some lucky dude took of a potato he received when he checked the mail. It's one of those things that you're not sure if you can or should do, and would only ever find out if you actually tried. I mean, can I even mail a potato? It's totally sealed, and it wont go bad by the time it's shipped. I think that the people on the internet have made the same case that I'm going to make about it. I think, that because Ryan and I bought a pretty damn good looking potato (that potato's skin was sealed up baby), and we slapped on 10 stamps (a gross overkill) on it, then it seems like a legal move on our part. Other than that, there's probably no good reason to mail a potato; I heard they smell after you receive them, and I don't think I'd risk eating a mail-tatter (those postal workers don't scream hygiene to me).
     Ryan took care of most of the work on this challenge while I played with my cat. He wrote the addresses in sharpie, slapped the stamps, and even offered to toss it in his mailbox (so we didn't stink up ours). So now all we can do is wait for our spud to make it to it's new home (Ryan's sisters house...she has a potato launcher. And yep, those two things are very related). We'll find out in the next week or so if our package (which I am now naming Jeremiah) made it. God speed my spud.