So, if you know me, you know I like to win prizes. I really like to win prizes that are delivered to me by UPS. So thrilling.
You can imagine my excitement then yesterday while I was exhaustedly slumped over my keyboard trying to come up with an interesting or witty post, but instead coming up with this, when I distinctly heard the UPS truck. My head snapped up and my ears perked up, much like Jersey's do when she hears B's car.
I ran over to the window and, sure enough, there was the UPS truck parked the wrong way in the street in front of the house next to ours. I thought to myself "I will give you a pass for parking the wrong way, if you bring me a prize Mr. UPS Guy." Okay, so I might have said that out loud.
The UPS driver got out of the truck with a big box that looked like it contained, well, a big box of prizes and headed my way. I jumped up and down and began screaming like a girl. I ran down the stairs to get my prize as Jersey was running upstairs to save me from some insane intruder that would dare to make her master scream. So I shouted, "Outta my way, baby girl. OUTTA MY WAY THERE IS A PRIZE" and ran toward the front door. Jersey immediately changed direction to follow me toward what could only be the insane attacker.
As I smiled at the UPS driver upon opening the door, Jersey let out the meanest bark and tried to get out the front door. So there I am jammed between the big front door and the screen door, trying to grab my box and trying to prevent my dog from escaping all the while ensuring the poor UPS guy that my ferociously barking dog just wants to lick him. Luckily, he was an animal lover and in no time, the two of us managed to get my box and get the dog safely back inside.
I turned around murmuring to Jersey about how she was such a good protector and her bark was so fierce when I read the label on the box that clearly said:
You have got to be kidding me! The box wasn't even for me. I might have yelled that out loud too. I may have also dropped the box right where I was standing and stalked upstairs to pout. Jersey tried to cheer me up, so I hugged her and told her she was the best prize a girl could have.
Yeah, I lied.
*Jersey really is the greatest gift and I enjoy each day with her and love coming home to her.
**I still want a prize delivery though.