Friday, December 5, 2008

Return to me

The doorbell rings, causing Ladybird to bark LOUDLY, leading to Benjamin waking up from his morning nap. I run to the door and see the FedEx driver wave to me, jump in his truck and head down the street. Package! For me? I eagerly pick it up from the door step. 
Wrong address.
Grrrrr.
They're coming back to pick it up tomorrow, but meanwhile, I have so many questions. Like.....
Where's my package? Do I even have one? Will they come back today with a box for me, or is it lost in transit somewhere, only to be delivered 2 weeks from now?
Please FedEx. Come back.
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1 comment:

The Gleasons said...

Two words "white noise." Both my children sleep with a fan and a noise maker in thier rooms. Our house sounds like a wind tunnel at night. I am glad Matt sent me the link and glad things are going well. Soon you will be getting things done again and your house will be clean...until you have your second baby.

December 8, 2008 at 5:05 PM

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