sumi, I'm with you (if you still haven't received your book, that is). I keep looking out the window like a nosy old lady, hoping the UPS truck will be there. (I should note that I'm sitting by the window; I don't keep running to the window to check. [Although I might, if there weren't a chair here.])
Mostly, I just want UPS to deliver it while I'm here, so that The Boy and I can go hiking (it's a freaking gorgeous day, low humidity and high 70s). When tenants aren't home, UPS leaves packages at the apartment office -- which I appreciate, because leaving ANY package in the vestibule is an invitation for theft -- but the apartment office closes at 4 on weekends, and, well, WANT BOOK. That way I can start reading it after we hike.
My book's here! Right as we're about to go to lunch.
Taunters.
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Though I *am* glad that Amazon wasn't jerking Dana around on the delivery date.
I wonder if Alan Rickman and Daniel Radcliffe and the others reserved books so they could quick-flip to the end to see if they died.
connie, that's what agents are for.
Mine still hasn't shown up.
I guess I really will get it on their way back to the warehouse at the end of the night.
I can see the street from my computer or from my sofa - perfect.
Woo hoo!
It's here.
They didn't even knock on the door.
They didn't even knock on the door.
A parade of dancing delivery folks throwing confetti waltzed on it and dropped it in your waiting hands?
Dh will probably finish before I go to work. I might get a chapter in before work.
