UPS man pulls up out front and i get all happy in my "yay! i ordered something and forgot about it!" or "ooh yay! presents!!" kind of joyous - but somewhat restrained and limpy - dancy kind of way.
so i trot out on to the side porch and wave happily at the man in brown (who i might add is looking pretty nice these days)
and i try to pick up the box. um. mistake. it's heavy. now what? i certainly did not order rocks. i did not order concrete.
ugh. painting crap. it isn't even for me. it's hubby's dumb order.
what a let down. so i called hubby and told him he isn't supposed to be ordering dumb ol' work crap. he is supposed to be ordering presents for me!
hahhahahhahaha. oh well. it was worth a try!