Today, however, he darted home to tell me that there was a package for me to sign for.
I wasn't expecting any packages.....
And I don't remember doing anything kind to deserve a lovely, mysterious, anonymous gift.
Exhibit ABut you'd be amazed at how much time I can spend sleuthing around doing comparative handwriting analyses.
Are there any really great detectives out there who are willing to donate their skills to this cause?
Reading "Life's Too Short to Fold Fitted Sheets" only increased the seratonin flooding my synapses. Turns out- I'm not a perfectionist!! And I pretty much already live the way that Lisa Quinn suggests in her book.
(fold fitted sheets?! Where's the chapter on- Oh Yeah- Sheets Ought To Be Laundered More Than Twice Per Annum. ?)
Or: When You Have Dinner Parties, It's Better To Not Fall Asleep On The Couch Until After Your Guests Have Let Themselves Out.
Or: Kids Like Treatie Bags At Birthday Parties. Even If You Don't. Kids Will Think You Hate Them If They Go Home Without A Bag Full of Crap. It Is a Crime In Kid-Dom To Send A Kid Home Without A Treatie Bag. Believe Me. Really. So Not Worth It.
Coulda writ that book myself.
Then I would be somebody and I could send anonymous packages to other people.
But here I am- a compulsive, lackadaisical, non-perfectionist, wondering who sent Quinn to me.