This box

has been sitting by the door in our living room for over a week. It does not belong to me. If it did, the box would not be sitting by there, unopened. When I order something, I check the tracking numbers daily, and plan my whole life around the anticipated arrival time so that I can be home the second it arrives. I can't wait to rip open the box and admire the contents, and I will let my child cry, my lettuce wilt, and my ice cream melt in a puddle on the floor while I open my packages. So like I said, the package obviously isn't mine, or it would have been opened, put away and the box recycled by now. It is James pacakge. He knows what's inside, (since he ordered it, silly) so he is content to let it sit there until he needs to use it. Just goes to show, once again - we may never understand each other.