Before I start this post, I'd like to remind you of that post. Remember? I was a little shook up, huh? Well, prepare to be shook again. Last week, I went out on the porch to check the mail when I encountered a very tall package in front of the door. Although I wasn't expecting anything large or in that particular shape, it didn't surprise me. Packages are always coming to the house these days, not just for me, but now that the daughter is freewheeling with her own cash, well, I'm sure the postal person owns voodoo dolls in our likenesses. When I saw it, I fully expected this package to be for me. But I looked at the label and it was for my wife. OK, fine. I didn't want anything tallish anyway. But when my wife came home from work, she looked at the package on the table, pulled it down, scooted it over to me and said, "this is for you." You could see the question marks fluttering over my head. It's nowhere near my birthday or Father's...
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