But you know what I think's fun? When you've ordered something, and it's been packaged and sent, and through the miracle of the Internets, you can plug in the tracking number and see it go across the country and then right to your door.
I am excited all over because my new taillight is on the truck this morning, meaning I should have it pretty soon, and I'll be able to replace it tonight!
Hmm?
What?
Why have I ordered a new taillight?
Well, you see, two weeks ago when we had a get-together for the little kids over at the house of one of the parents, I was trying to back out of their narrow and multi-angled gravel driveway, and was trying to swing into a small clearing between two trees.
I missed one of the trees.
The other one?
WHUMPscreeeeeech.
Passenger side, a glancing blow that not only broke the taillight, but left some nice scratches on the sliding door mechanism's cover, and a big goose-egg sized dent in it as well.
And then I had to pull away, which made more scratches.
::sigh::
When it happened, Rebecca, who sits on that side in the back, piped up and said, "I was thinking to myself, 'boy, I sure hope Daddy doesn't hit that tree because it's real close.'"
::sigh::
But, through the other miracle known as eBay, I was able to find a replacement that I hope will fit and work right. Because nothing is LESS entertaining than having to send BACK something that's the wrong part.
UPDATE: 9:55 a.m., the box arrived, and it's the right part and looks like a very nice piece of work! Hooray!
Sometimes you never know what you'll get, but this one looks good. Of course, I just now remembered that we've got a thing at the middle school tonight to get the Middle Girl and Boy ready for next year, so that means I probably won't get to have fun and get the tools out tonight. And doggone it, that means I'll be missing American Idol, too! Hmph.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 2, 2006 09:34 AMSince misery love company, I will admit to smashing the rear bumber of my pickup a few weeks back. It was dark and I was backing out of my regular parking place. The lawn service next door had parked a Jeep behind me. I saw the Jeep. What I didn't see was the 18" receiver hitch sticking out the back. The Dodge now has a really nice dent in the bumper and bed side. Sigh!
Posted by: Larry Anderson at May 2, 2006 09:56 AMMy husband loves following his orders across the country. I think it is neat to know when they are due to arrive, but I don't obsessively check their status like my spouse sometimes does.
Posted by: Jordana at May 2, 2006 10:03 AMI admit to tracking things, too.
Does it say something about us that we like to follow orders?
Posted by: Janis at May 2, 2006 10:29 AMThank you, Larry--I do feel somewhat better, but at least you did have the excuse of darkness and lack of a spotter. And no one saw you do it.
As for following orders, I only like to watch them as they're being carried out by other people. I'd hate it if I got tracked that closely to see if I was doing what I was supposed to be.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 2, 2006 11:06 AM