I’m not that kind of girl, but if I was, the UPS guy and I could have a thing. He visits my house ALL the time and I just get giddy when I see him pull up. He knows just how to push my button and the gifts he brings me are awesome.
The problem is – besides the fact that I’m not that kind of girl – that half the time it’s actually the Fed Ex guy who comes. Although sometimes they both come. And the Fed Ex guy actually happens to be a girl.
I think I’m going to have to just end this now awkward analogy.
But this is what the UPS guy brought me today . . .
Now do you see why I love him?