According to the tracking number web site thingie, my spinning wheel is on a truck somewhere between Summerville (right up the road - I often use their post office) and my house, to be delivered today.
I've been listening for the truck. Just a few minutes ago I heard a truck and nearly ran out into the front yard in my jammies (yes, I'm spending the day in my jammies, and so is the Goober). Fortunately before I got the front door open, I realized it was the garbage truck.
:: twitch ::
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lol, in between coughing spasms, I'm doing the same thing. Some prize yarn is headed my way and I too am twitchy.
*snark* I was like that all Saturday...and my damned package didn't arrive until last night!
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