So I’m sitting at home just now, minding my own business, when someone bangs on the door. It’s only 1:30 and we’re not meeting for the ballgame until 2, so I’m thinking Jason is just insanely early, and as I walk to the door I’m preparing some smartass comment to make to him about that. But when I open the door, it’s not Jason. It’s the mailwoman with a package that I have to sign for, because it’s from Germany!
Favorite person of the day–hmm, no, favorite person of the week, at least: CARI. Cari, you rock! Thanks for the stuff! The chocolate is melted, but it’s nothing my refrigerator won’t fix. 😉
