Valentine's Day Tale

You know what's sad?

I'm sitting here, late afternoon on Valentine's Day, longing for a flower or a card or a trinket of some kind.

But then, the sound I've been waiting for...a heavy truck pulling down my street, the brakes squealing as it stops in front of MY house. And yes, yes a man wearing brown about to ring the doorbell.

I bolt off the couch, the computer crashing to the ground yet again. I make for the door with breakneck speed. I get near the bottom of the stairs, hit a dog toy and go careening the rest of the way.

But I make it. I open the door and there it is...the box I have been waiting for.
I shake it and bring it upstair to open, dancing all the way. Once in my room, I tear into it. Like a mad woman, I use my teeth to rip open the tape and throw the stuffing around in a frenzy.

And there in the box was...
the Avon order I had placed a month ago.

yeah, it's a cruel, cruel world

UPDATE:

All's well that ends well - I received these around 7:30pm :)