Delivery for idiots

Do other people come home to gifts stacked this high on their front porch?  Do other people do their Christmas shopping this late into the season?  No, this is not normal.  One of these packages was ordered by me… the rest are probably gifts from my husband or something.  I think he’s just relieved that they arrived on time, and I’m sort of mortified that our neighbors got to stare at that all afternoon and evening.  I’m sure they think that we are just over the top ridiculous, but how does one shop when both people work and get home late?  – over the Internet of course. 

For dinner, we were out with our friend Natasha stuffing our faces full of food like the gluttons we are at the new Island Creek Oyster Bar.  If you live in the Boston area, you should really go.  The food is great, the space is perfect, and the service is even better.  I even ate TWO oysters, which is like way more than I’ve ever eaten before.  It was one of those nights where I got into the car and undid my pants before driving home, yes, I unbuttoned my pants to let my gut out.  It felt So Good, I highly recommend that.  Anyways, if you haven’t already tried it – go out and stuff your face and then unbutton your pants to feel how awesome that simple sweet relief can be.

About Laura

Working mom trying to balance life and baby.
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2 Responses to Delivery for idiots

  1. natasha says:

    I am showing this picture to Kate just so she knows it isn't just me that gets all the packages!

  2. meggy says:

    this was really funny to me. Both the amount of packages, AND the unbuttoning of the pants πŸ™‚ i laughed out loud, and woke jackson up.

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