|Canadian Suzette is a first-class swapper!!
||[Sep. 1st, 2006|12:49 pm]
Dateline: 12:30pm Friday, September 1, 2006|
Picture it: Sitting at my office, wishing the next four hours were done already. In walks the mailman . . . and I spy a good-sized box in his bin. My heartbeat starts to quicken. Could it? Might it? I get up and walk to him, with my hands clasped behind me like a kid in a candy store looking at the display. What's that I read on the box? Something 'Canada'? My pulse picks up the pace further. Last I heard from my lace swap partner was her hints about being a Canadian, 'eh . . . ooooohhhhh, this could the start of something BIG I'm thinking. The mailman takes notice of my sudden interest of his presence (to-date I've never come out of my office when he's come in) and realizes I'm not jumping up for HIM - I'm jumping up for his *package* (snort). He finally fills out the requisite paperwork and hands me the box. His voice fades off to a distant drone as I grab scissors and attack my postal goodie. In the back of my mind I'm thinking 'be good - must take pictures first' . . . then I rip it open and start oooooohhhhing and aaaaaahhhing and petting, and smiling, and squeeing and generally looking like a right lunatic!!!
Fade to black.
Well . . . it's all packed back up for the trip home - it's gonna be a LOOOONG four hours. When I get home I'll get some pictures and descriptions up. For now let me thank Ms. Suzette of Canada for being a FABULOUS swapper. I feel like it's my Queen For a Day moment!! Thank you Suzette!!