There are very few things more exciting than to receive a box in the mail and not have a clue where it came from, who it came from, or what is in it . . .
. . . that excitement you had as a child opening a birthday or Christmas gift that makes your ears ring and your teeth hurt and your eyes water. (That same feeling you have after you drink too much coffee and need to go to the restroom...really, really bad.)
That same kind of excitement overtook me the other day when a medium-sized box mysteriously appeared on my desk.
Upon closer inspection of the return address, part of the mystery unraveled.
Ah-Ha ! My cousin in Dallas . . .
You know what a cousin is ?
A cousin is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost, a childhood playmate who grows up to be a forever friend, a different beautiful flower from the same garden . . .
Now, don't get me wrong . . . there may be a couple of my cousins, who, if I received a box from them, I would probably check to see if the box was ticking !
But, not this cousin !
He knows me well . . .
OK. So, this part of the gift is for theHansMan, too.
But, I'm the one who appreciates something like HIGH THREAD COUNT sheets.
Exquisite !
But, there was also something in the box just for me . . .
Anytime we stay at a Motel 6 or Super 8, I am always tempted to accidentally take the luxurious waffle-weave robes.
But, this never happens because:
#1 Motel 6 and Super 8 never have robes . . . they barely have towels.
#2 The only thing I ever take from a motel room is the soap/shampoo/conditioner.
My new robe has become my favorite piece of clothing.
I'm sure the neighbors are happy to see me in something besides my "Debra-the-Zebra" pajamas while taking the trash out.
With a brightly colored scarf and heels, it would probably be appropriate attire for the grocery store.
Now, if you would like to receive a box full of 'warm fuzzies,' it's as simple as this:
PEACOCK ALLEY (clink the link).
It's totally relaxing just perusing their web-site.
