Great. Now what?
So, Kris comes home tonight, and sitting on the front step is a box.
It's a big box.
He thinks, "Good lord, woman, what have you ordered this time?"
I arrive home ten minutes later. I walk in the door. Only, I can't actually get in the door, because there's a huge box in the way.
So, I ask, "What's this?"
And Kris looks at me like, "What do you mean, 'What's this?' Did you order this?"
"What? What? I didn't order this! I'm done spending money."
"Uh huh."
"For the year."
So, I scramble over the box and into the house, and look at the box. I tear into it, pulling all the pieces out, scattering them across the living room floor. Then, in true boy fashion, I assemble it without looking at the instructions:
If only I knew who sent it to me. I'd write them a thank you note. Fly out and give them a hug, too.