But they don’t know my mailman!! And I use the term mailman loosely.
It’s 4:59p, my mailbox is empty, empty to the core. Not even any junk mail, let alone this package. I clicked the I can’t Find It link on Amazon..
Ha ha. Nothing at front door. Nothing at kitchen door. I called the Bedford PO, ha ha, as if they’d actually answer at this hour.
Soooooooooooooo, either the mailman delivered my mail and package to a neighbor (which he’s prone to doing) or he took the afternoon off, decided he needed a tea kettle himself, and went home.
Either scenario, I am not a happy camper. However, the good news is that I’ve pretty much recovered from my Indian food malaise, but am enjoying laying low this weekend. Fuzzy slippers and tea. Of course, the irony is that my new tea kettle would have made damn good tea.