It was at my damn house! They could have left it and they didn't! They even took the time to come back and take the notice card! And now its shipping status is unchanged, and it is back in Mississauga. We just haven't had much luck lately, Luxe Boxes and me.
Anyway, it was the icing to a day that felt altogether too long. So I did the only thing I could do.
I put on my Chainsaw Face t-shirt.
(Oh, you ask, what is Chainsaw Face? Just an easy two minutes that never fails to make me smile.)
Then I pretended I was someplace warm and sunny (which obviously requires mood music).
And I tried to become one with nature.
Then I cuddled with this little sausage.
And somehow, everything seemed a lot less awful.