last night at approximately 8pm, my intercom buzzed. as you know, i don’t get a lot of unexpected visitors, so i was appropriately shocked that someone was at my door. my first thought was “it better not be that kid selling chocolate-covered almonds again.” my second thought was “maybe it’s jason come to fetch his damn chessboard.” my third thought vaguely involved census-takers, meghan and beer.
i answered the buzzer with a trepidacious “hello?” and was delighted to hear a gruff “have a package for you” in reply. yay! a package! i buzzed him right in and accepted a very large, by my standards, box from the short, ginger-haired fellow. i thanked him and quickly shut the door and set about opening it. it was just the hundred-dollars worth of books i’d ordered for my mom’s mother’s day present, but still… i love getting packages.
as i wrapped up the books in purple cellophane, i couldn’t help but think of how absolutely stunned my mom will be when she opens it and sees what i got her. of course, i hear today that she needs to replace her oil tank for the heating oil, so i’m kind of kicking myself that i couldn’t just give her the money towards that. maybe i’ll fish some out of my savings account to help her out.
Land shark.
land shark?
Candygram.
*giggling*
I called you Heater!!!!
i’m warm, too. ;)
:)
i’m thinking paige might have fallen off the wagon… i *still* don’t understand this land shark thing.
Do they not have SNL in the great northern expanse??? Or, do they not show classic SNL episodes?
It’s an old skit from Saturday Night Live. Do you get that in Canada? :)
hrmf. fine. mock. keep it up and i’ll disable comments.
(yeah, that’ll scare ’em)
*whispering*
Evil beaver doesn’t scare me.
*running away*