D.W.’s birthday is on Sunday.
This morning, through the power of The Internet, I saw that the big gift I had ordered for him was en route and would be delivered today. I had to leave the house around 11:00am, which forced me to ask D.W. himself to sign for the package and promise not to look at the sender. This was not ideal.
Fortunately, as I was leaving the house, I saw the UPS man down the block. I ran to him, flailing my arms like a wild woman, shouting, “Mr. UPS Man! Mr. UPS Man! You have a package for … Read entire post