I have *never* been more anxious and excited to see the UPS man. In fact, I don't remember the last time I was this anxious and excited, period. I yearn for my Harry Potter book. The Deathly Hallows is like my crack, and when have you ever know a junkie who could wait 2 years for a fix?? Yeah, that's what I thought. Model of patience and restraint, right here.
I have butterflies in my stomach. I had trouble falling asleep last night. Come to think of it, I feel remarkably similar to the way I felt the night before I took my first pregnancy test. Now of course I don't think that The Deathly Hallows will bring me the long term joy that Zion has, but, um....we wantsssssss it!! We WANTSSSSSSSSSS it, my precious! It is our birthday present!!
In case you weren't sure, Kenn and Giselle lost to The Deathly Hallows in a sudden death elimination round.
I've washed dishes, swept the floors, run the dishwasher. I don't want to do anything too loud in case I miss the doorbell ringing.
WHERE is the UPS man???