So I am finally in possession of my very first bbag. An '05 sky blue City.
Of course, this could not be a normal occurance as everything with me is somehow dramatic. To start off with, I'm battling a horrible cold. My head feels like someone is drilling a hole to China in there. Next, my 16 month old son has been a holy terror today. Why? Because he's 16 month's old. Ya now - just because. So by 5:00pm I'd pretty much had it. No Sudafed, no Calgon, no whiskey could help me at this point. All I wanted was to sit in front of my computer and have a moments peace.
So I sat in front of my computer to check my e-mail and, voila, USPS email!!!! Could this be an e-mail saying my lovely bbag that I have been longing for is finally ready to be delivered tomorrow? I open it and here begins my near-death experience. Yes folks, I really thought I was going to die. I felt I was going to die. My blood pressure shot through the roof!!!
Why? Because I read in plain black and white on my computer screen the words that would cause me to practically have a coronary and hurl my dinner - "Item delivered 10:37am"......WHAT THE :censor: ????
"I DON'T THINK SO UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE!!!! I have been at home ALL :censor: DAY and you better believe I didn't receive my little baby."
I turned all shades of every color on God's Earth. My husband didn't even say a word because he knew I was about to go ballistic. Which I did.
I grabbed my keys and walked out IN THE RAIN onto the street in flip flops and my jammies. I began knocking on every neighbor's door on my block. If you'd know me IRL, you'd know that I'd do that in a heartbeat - I'm not shy. I arrived at my next door neighbor's house which I left for last. She answered the door and before I could get out a word handed me a beautiful brown package that was left on her doorstep unattended all day. It was mine. It was intact, and, fortunately, not wet. I thanked her profusely and ran back to my house. After I cursed the USPS and my nimrod mail carrier (apologies to anyone who may be a MC on this forum), I opened my package. I savored every moment. I haven't had this much fun since Christmas 1976 when I got my 1st Barbie dollhouse.
There it was. It is more beautiful than the pictures could ever convey. I didn't even want to touch it, but I finally smooshed the leather between my fingers. Ahhhh....heaven. I felt my blood pressure return to normal. My heart settled down. I even decided to not kill my mail carrier. I had my bbag. All was right in the world. Here are a few pics. The color is so much more beautiful than my crappy camera can show.
Thanks for ready my dopey story. The drama is over. Let the lovefest begin.
BTW, may I just add that the seller treated this bag beautifully. It is in pristine condition. I was absolutely amazed. Pardon my jammies in the picture, but I've got my Valentino gown at the cleaners .
Of course, this could not be a normal occurance as everything with me is somehow dramatic. To start off with, I'm battling a horrible cold. My head feels like someone is drilling a hole to China in there. Next, my 16 month old son has been a holy terror today. Why? Because he's 16 month's old. Ya now - just because. So by 5:00pm I'd pretty much had it. No Sudafed, no Calgon, no whiskey could help me at this point. All I wanted was to sit in front of my computer and have a moments peace.
So I sat in front of my computer to check my e-mail and, voila, USPS email!!!! Could this be an e-mail saying my lovely bbag that I have been longing for is finally ready to be delivered tomorrow? I open it and here begins my near-death experience. Yes folks, I really thought I was going to die. I felt I was going to die. My blood pressure shot through the roof!!!
Why? Because I read in plain black and white on my computer screen the words that would cause me to practically have a coronary and hurl my dinner - "Item delivered 10:37am"......WHAT THE :censor: ????
"I DON'T THINK SO UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE!!!! I have been at home ALL :censor: DAY and you better believe I didn't receive my little baby."
I turned all shades of every color on God's Earth. My husband didn't even say a word because he knew I was about to go ballistic. Which I did.
I grabbed my keys and walked out IN THE RAIN onto the street in flip flops and my jammies. I began knocking on every neighbor's door on my block. If you'd know me IRL, you'd know that I'd do that in a heartbeat - I'm not shy. I arrived at my next door neighbor's house which I left for last. She answered the door and before I could get out a word handed me a beautiful brown package that was left on her doorstep unattended all day. It was mine. It was intact, and, fortunately, not wet. I thanked her profusely and ran back to my house. After I cursed the USPS and my nimrod mail carrier (apologies to anyone who may be a MC on this forum), I opened my package. I savored every moment. I haven't had this much fun since Christmas 1976 when I got my 1st Barbie dollhouse.
There it was. It is more beautiful than the pictures could ever convey. I didn't even want to touch it, but I finally smooshed the leather between my fingers. Ahhhh....heaven. I felt my blood pressure return to normal. My heart settled down. I even decided to not kill my mail carrier. I had my bbag. All was right in the world. Here are a few pics. The color is so much more beautiful than my crappy camera can show.
Thanks for ready my dopey story. The drama is over. Let the lovefest begin.
BTW, may I just add that the seller treated this bag beautifully. It is in pristine condition. I was absolutely amazed. Pardon my jammies in the picture, but I've got my Valentino gown at the cleaners .