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Wednesday, December 01, 2004Too Big for my BritchesYou're not going to believe what I just did. (Well, then again, if you know me fairly well, you will most certainly believe it.) I just walked up the street -- up a hill, that is -- carrying an extremely large box which contained an unassembled plastic dollhouse. Silly me for thinking that a plastic dollhouse would come in a flat, moderately light-weight package. Silly me for thinking I could handle something like this on my own! Are you wondering yet why I was walking up the street with a 3-by-3 cardboard cube that weighed about thirty pounds? Well, you see, I knew if I had the dollhouses delivered here that my daughters would quickly figure out what their big Christmas surprise was. So I asked my neighbor if I could, instead, have the boxes delivered to her house, and she graciously complied. Her husband called this morning and -- get this -- he left a message about the arrival of the boxes on our answering machine! Now, considering the fact that I almost always screen my calls, it's a darn good thing that the upstairs phone wasn't in its usual place, or the entire thing might have been ruined from the start. As if that wasn't bad enough, the guy (honestly, I like him a lot -- I really do!) caught me at my mailbox this afternoon and literally yelled up the street, "Jiiiiiiiiiiill! I've got your boxes down here!" Obviously his wife didn't quite get the message across that this delivery was supposed to be a secret. So I grabbed the opportunity this evening, after Eric had taken the girls out to deliver about five thousand candles (OK, OK, thirty candles), to call my neighbor and ask her if I could come down really quickly and get the boxes out of her garage. "Um, they're really heavy," she said. Yes, well, I guess I just had to find that one out for myself. I seriously almost died about two-thirds of the way up the hill. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I had to get the thing up the steps and into my closet. Once my heart rate had somewhat stabilized, I called my neighbor back and said, "You can go ahead and close that garage door, sweetheart." There is NO WAY I am going to tote the second box up here! Eric is going to have to come to my rescue; that is, when I figure out where the heck I'm going to hide it. So this has been my December kick-off. Things can only get easier, right? I may just go with gift cards from now on. I could carry a whole pile of gift cards up the hill without even breaking a sweat. I think I need to go to bed. That is, if I can reach around the mammoth box in my closet in order to get to my jammies. Ho ho ho!! |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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