I'm sitting at my desk at work right now, daydreaming of when I'll get home this afternoon to find my FedEx package at the door, begging to be opened. Inside will be green canvas Formenteras--an oldie, but the perfect color to match my new Trastevere Paisley Button skirt and jeans and chinos, etc. Between now and then, there is a myriad of things that could possibly happen to that package:
-FedEx could drop my package in one of the large puddles of water, still around after the freakish downpouring of rain last week/weekend.
-As other pieces of mail have arrived incorrectly, my package could be delivered to the wrong house!
-The neighbor's dachsunds could both jump the 5-foot fence between us and help each other drag it back to their doghouse, ripping the package apart to use as insulation for their bedding.
-One of the punk kids from the elementary school across the street could just swipe that packge on his/her way home, just for kicks.
-Or it could all end pleasantly: I'd come home to find it patiently waiting at the steps; I'll take pictures and post it for everyone to see! (Not that you all haven't seen green Formenteras before!)...
-FedEx could drop my package in one of the large puddles of water, still around after the freakish downpouring of rain last week/weekend.
-As other pieces of mail have arrived incorrectly, my package could be delivered to the wrong house!
-The neighbor's dachsunds could both jump the 5-foot fence between us and help each other drag it back to their doghouse, ripping the package apart to use as insulation for their bedding.
-One of the punk kids from the elementary school across the street could just swipe that packge on his/her way home, just for kicks.
-Or it could all end pleasantly: I'd come home to find it patiently waiting at the steps; I'll take pictures and post it for everyone to see! (Not that you all haven't seen green Formenteras before!)...