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When I got home from running (most of) my errands today, I stopped to get the mail. There was a key to one of the delivery boxes in our mailbox. I had been expecting this; I was tracking a tote bag from Zazzle and, as it arrived in Wilsonville this morning at some gosh-awful hour, it ought to arrive at my house in today's mail. I opened the box.
Indeed, my floppy envelope from Zazzle was there. And behind it was a box. I frowned at it. What was this box? I couldn't remember if I had ordered the tins of cards from the internet provider or only considered doing so, but this box was not a sane size/shape for holding them if I had. I cudgeled my brain trying to remember what else I had ordered recently, and coming up blank. Then I pulled it out.
Harry and David. "Oh yeah," says I, "the fruit boxes. What's this month? That's a really odd shape...."
This month, ladies and gentlemen, is a whole, ripe pineapple.
Unexpected pineapple. Glee, I think. I'll be more sure of the glee part when I have done something with it other than set it on the counter and stare at it in vague bafflement.
Indeed, my floppy envelope from Zazzle was there. And behind it was a box. I frowned at it. What was this box? I couldn't remember if I had ordered the tins of cards from the internet provider or only considered doing so, but this box was not a sane size/shape for holding them if I had. I cudgeled my brain trying to remember what else I had ordered recently, and coming up blank. Then I pulled it out.
Harry and David. "Oh yeah," says I, "the fruit boxes. What's this month? That's a really odd shape...."
This month, ladies and gentlemen, is a whole, ripe pineapple.
Unexpected pineapple. Glee, I think. I'll be more sure of the glee part when I have done something with it other than set it on the counter and stare at it in vague bafflement.
