Imagine my surprise when I returned home from an errand to see a package on my porch. It was mid-November, not yet the holiday season. It wasn’t my birthday, my son’s or husband’s birthday, or my anniversary. What glorious gift could be within this brown box?
Then I saw the return address. Chad – Amy’s brother. Uh-oh.
Apparently Chad wants in on the action, and went so far as to quadruple the value of this ugly duckling by paying to mail it to me. But alas, no amount of priority shipping will turn this ugly ducker into a swan.
Sadly I will not be able to take Chad’s suggestion of using this to create a ‘classy centerpiece’ for my Thanksgiving dinner. This year I will be a guest instead of a hostess for the holiday, so who knows who will receive this quacktastrophe next…