My 16-year-old was having his birthday party last night and the UPS man came at 7 p.m. I heard the doorbell ring and so did no. 1 son and no. 3 daughter (big mouth).
No. 3 daughter is first and starts saying out loud "Jill....." as she reads the return address.
No. 1 son who is wise to the ways of his mother grabs the box, tells her to be quiet and I am on his heels -- all three of us are on the doorstep fighting over this box!
I take it into the nearest room (her's), open the closet and throw it in. She comes trotting in asking who Jill is and why did she send me something.
I hissed at her: "it's another purse!"
This was after explicit instructions I gave the UPS man when I met him coming up into the development not to ever knock on our door and where he was supposed to hide the box.
I am running out of lives and about to be busted. I can feel it. I have three more boxes coming within the next week and the odd's are catching up with me. I have been too lucky so far.
PHH has only noticed the mombasa just because it's so unusual. the rest....I tell him that I've had forever.