Okay, this was NOT my first post, but I did something wrong and lost my original entry. GRRRRR. I can't re-write everything, so I guess the world will never know my first thoughts...sigh...
Here are my *second* thoughts:
The other day, I received my very first care package. It was from Courtney and Marnie (my cousins) and their husbands. I was leaving the house to return to work from my dinner break, and I got so excited when I spotted the box there on my porch that I locked myself out of the house.
Needless to say, I was a little panicked. I walked all around my house, trying to break in. I guess it's good that I wasn't able get in. At least the house is somewhat secure. Then I called Rick (I had my cellphone). He laughed. Very funny, I'm sure.
He gave me the number of our landlady. I called her, but she wasn't home. Fortunately, I had the cell phone number of the landlord, and he answered after many, many rings. He was just a couple houses away, painting, so he came right over and let me in. Whew! That was a close call. I didn't even have the phone number to the Triplicate (work) so I could call and tell them that I was, in fact, coming back that night.
Ah, well. It was all okay, because in the end...I had a package! It was filled with goodies like Sour Patch Kids, Whoppers, Chex Mix, hot chocolate packets and Creme Savers. Yummy! Nothing makes you feel better than a box of junk food.
All's well that ends well...
PS-Rick will be here in about a week and a half! Yeah!
—Laura
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
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