I checked my mail today hoping against hope that for some unknown reason i would find a PCE card or my replacement purse. NO CARD/NO HANDBAG! That was to be expected, however, my bar exam admission ticket was sitting there waiting on me and I felt ill. I shouldn't have checked my mail today. I did go to the boutique and stare at a black signature Carly and talk to an SA about awesomeness for an hour since nobody else was in the store. It never fails, when I go to the mailbox excited I get some life ruining time stamped nightmare, but if I go and just randomly check something fabulous is waiting for me.