I digress. Anyway, after 6 months of waiting our wedding album was slated to arrive yesterday. Now, combine my unemployment and a fairly severe case of social anxiety and let me assure you that I rarely leave the house. Couple that with the fact that I am the proud owner of a very large, very vocal dog who loves to bark whenever anyone even approaches the front gate and I ask you, how on EARTH did I miss the 3:32pm UPS delivery yesterday? Suspiciously, there was also no notice left on the door, which leads me to believe that perhaps MAYBE since it was raining Mr. UPS decided not to leave the confines of his warm, dry truck and even try to deliver my wedding album and instead just claimed I wasn't home.
I can assure you I WAS HOME. My therapist can tell you I was home. The dog will tell you I was home. My Netflix account can confirm I was home!
Today I am camped out on the couch stalking the front door, attempting to beat the dog to the window whenever anyone wearing brown approaches the house.
I hope I'm "home" today.