It is official as the nice man delivers yet another package to my house–I am married to the online shopping lady except she is a man. A man who never liked shopping before. As a woman of a certain age I have seen my hubby of many years have many habits, and this one is one that I could never imagined he would have.
When he had to fill out forms and send them in he wouldn’t order a lot–it took time. The kids and I would get a few crazy gifts, you know the kind that don’t look anything like the picture. The kind that are supposed to be just as good as the nationally known product.
But lo and behold he is now kind of sort of computer literate–he discovered the internet. We finally got him to stop opening all of the email he receives, and printing off all of the crazy information that is out there. He now shops.
You know that lady that buys the purse in all 16 colors, 13 sizes and 14 materials all of which are fake–that’s him. Need something to help you with a flat tire, ward off attackers, look like a diamond, ruby and/or emerald, whiten your teeth, stretch your shoes, shrink your shoes, kill mosquitoes, and so much more? We have it.
The delivery people and the postal service know us. In fact I’ve told them to stop coming to my house. I run to the door as soon as they ring the bell because there is no need to sign for it, they just ring, drop and go.
The good news is that I’m going to have a great garage sale. Remember “thisisyourbestyear“. What’s one man’s junk is another one’s treasure–yeah right.