Two weeks ago Lady called and said she’d sent me a box for my birthday (which isn’t until November). Days passed and no package arrived. Then I got a nastygram from the front dest of my building demanding that I come pick up the package that had been there for, like, ever. (Far be it from them to actually tell me that said package had arrived!)
I had expected something little, but it turned out to be kind of enormous.
With a box this big taking up valuable real estate in my living room (I half expected Occupiers to start living in it), I was relieved when Lady called to say that I could open the box any time. Anytime I felt like it. No need to wait until November. If SHE were to get a box like that, SHE wouldn’t wait. Whenever I felt like it. ANYTIME. 🙂
So I waited no longer.
|Yay! Like any red-blooded American boy,
I’ve wanted a white soup tureen for ages.
Which means it’s time to start planning soup parties . . . .