He's here!!!!!
As I was leaving for work this morning I passed the mailman on my street. He had a doll-sized box in the front of his truck and was headed towards my house! I slowed to a crawl and watched him in my rear-view mirror. When he pulled up and stopped at my driveway I almost flipped my minivan making a major U-turn. Coming to a screaching halut in front of my neighbor's house, I litterally ran up my driveway shrieking "My box! My Box! I'll sign for it! That's my box!!!" I signed, then laid the box on my bed where the cats wouldn't bother it. There was not time to open it, or even to bask in the dollie glory. Now I have to work a 9-hour shift knowing that Cane is at home waiting for me. Oh the torture!!!!!




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