As I dreamed of the day when I would sip my piping hot cup of Lavender Earl Grey tea, I would obsessively hop on the website to see just where in the country my box was. No joke, for the past week, I checked the tracking number at least twice a day. When I perused my e-mail this morning and saw that, at 4:37 a.m., my order was "out for delivery," I was sufficiently thrilled. Today is the day! A few hours passed by as I waited for the mail to come. Finally, I eagerly strapped my son to my back (so that my arms would be entirely free to carry my box of tea, of course!) and floated outside to the mailbox. O glorious, heavenly tea. What a wonderful way to brighten a rather dreary-looking Wednesday afternoon.
|I don't think Peter understood just how epic this moment was.|
|My poor coffee beans are not going to get much attention in the near future.|