So the FedEx guy comes to my door, knocks...and from my vantage point behind the blinds, I can see that he STAYS ON MY PORCH!
The following is the conversation that I had...with myself....in my head!
Me: Why isn't he leaving
Me: I don't know! He usually drops the box and books it back to the truck
Me: Should we answer?
Me: Well, he's still there.
Me: Should we put a bra on?
Me: Look at what we're wearing! Do you really think adding the uni-boober* is gonna help? Besides, its not like its the UPS guy!
Me: You've got a point...
So we opened the door and the FedEx guy hands me a package and leaves. No signature. "Here ya go!" and off he went.
Me and Me (at the same time): That was weird.
So we took the package to the kitchen and opened it to reveal this:
Before you ask, no. I did not purchase this. I called my family and they all deny the gift. There was no information in the box, other than a paper that had my name on it.
Its a puzzle....who sent it? Who thought, "This girl needs more Jesus!" and went to Amazon.com to purchase this book for me?
*uni-boober- a sports bra that, when worn, gives the boobage area the illusion of being ONE long, horizontal boob.