I thought I was supposed to sign for the package, but there it was. No matter, I was glad they left it without my signature – mostly because of the hassle I would have been put through if I’d been forced to drive to UPS headquarters across town to retrieve it, but also because it was late Saturday and I didn’t want to wait until Monday to get what I’d been pining after for so long.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
With this ring ...
A ring on my finger once again!
It was sitting, waiting for me in a small box on my front porch when I stopped home between assignments Saturday afternoon.
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I thought this was a cool story. Unlike your friends, I would have understood about the persistence in looking for your ring.
ReplyDeleteOne of the things I think may have happened to your ring, is that a late fall traveler saw something shiny on its way to Florida and swooped down to pick it up. Either that or someone took it as an acorn and stored it up before they called it a season.
Glad you have a new ring, hope over the years, it grows on you as your first one did.
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