Yesterday started out as a normal day...well the new normal Jack and I are getting used to-bigs go off to school and we are left to our own devices. Breakfast (or greh-kest as Jack calls it) and a Target run. We returned, Jack settled down for Sesame Street (which he loves thank goodness as Charlie never really was a fan and I have missed it) and I went to work.
And then there was a knock on the door.
A package! Always a very exciting day when one receives a package-especially when you can see the FedEx guy pull up outside your window but know you haven't ordered anything. Today however was exciting, and a little scary as we have a bee problem. Like, a big bee problem. I don't really like opening my front door as they are zooming around, crawling behind my porch light, flying into my door and generally making me nervous for anyone who needs to come onto my porch for any reason.
But I got the package in and SCORE! Someone had gifted me coffee! Ok so it was in cans and not K Cups, but I have the ability for either and, my crafty brain started working, in cans of a lovely fall shade of yellow. A little burlap and ribbon and now I have three matching vases for some fall flowers. What a fabulous day.
Ok write a note to myself to see who could have possibly gifted me this coffee, go back to answering emails and editing and...
There was a knock on the door.
Ok so the bees aren't swarming like crazy, lets see if I can drag this package...oh wait, kind of heavy package into my house (heavy door, heavy package, frantic woman trying to not allow bees in ridiculousness ensued and GOT IT.) This package contained two books perfect for Lillian, a dinosaur book that the boys would love, and egg cooker...wow this person is very, very generous, and, Act mouthwash. Well. This is suddenly turning a little odd. Very odd.
So off I went to FB to see if I could figure out who could have possibly gifted me these nearly perfect items. Katherine! The day before we had received a beautiful leather bound journal with a horse on it. No note, but I could only assume it was for my horse loving daughter (who now believes she will write about adventures with HER horse in the pages.) So I said in my status, we received a package and who is our benefactor, and Katherine claimed responsibility.
Thank you Katherine! Charlie LOVES egg salad SO MUCH! He will be thrilled! I can only imagine the confusion when one gifts a leather journal and the response is egg salad! Yea for egg salad. So she asked the contents of the package. I listed them. Her response was "Do you really think I would give you mouth wash??" As not to hurt the feelings of my generous benefactor and shut down any further comments on this interesting choice of gift, I responded "I DO NOT KNOW WHO GAVE ME THESE THINGS."
And then there was a knock on the door.
The bees are now more active so I decide to go all the way around to get this third package. Good thing cause this one was heavy. Very heavy. I get inside, the bigs are home by now begging to get into the treasures that lay on the table and I open the box to find an ice cream maker. Now one may think that my danger senses may have been triggered by the mouthwash...but this is when it didn't get fun. I have a stalker. A stalker who knows WAY too much about me and my children...and perhaps is a little iffy on my breath. A STALKER I tell you! No random RAK is going to include an ice cream maker.
So finally the truth came out-for some reason my address was set as the default, thus sending me what we should have received (books) and all the rest. We had a laugh, Elizabeth angrily erased every address in her Amazon account and we said goodbye. Then suddenly, without warning, I begin laughing. The kind of laugh that you don't know if I am laughing or sobbing. The screeching laugh. Everyone came to check on me. So of course the only thing you can possibly do in this situation is call your sister, laugh uproariously on the phone while neither of you can understand a WORD that is being said because of said laughter and your children all look at you like you have lost. Your. Minds. Just another moment in the history of The Willis Sisters.
You can read Elizabeth's side of the story here.