You just know it’s going to be a nice evening when you come home and find an Amazon box waiting for you on your doorstep. This must be how people with dogs feel. Someone (or ok…in this case, something…) is patiently waiting for their owner to get home and give them their attention, quietly waiting to welcome them with that cute little smile on the side of the box.
I know what I ordered, but I still feel like a kid at Christmas, tearing through the packaging, asking myself, “What is it?!? What IS it?!?” finally getting through that industrial strength plastic strip that always threatens to slice off my finger but does nothing to tear open the box, and finding the warm, cozy comforting pages of my new book.
The start of a nice evening, indeed.