It's the Thought that Counts

Since I can't run on my treadmill right now, Carly is letting me borrow her Nordic Track. And, since it's way too big to take on a plane, we had to ship it here from Indiana.

Now, it's pretty typical for the delivery person to sort of "hide" the package under my welcome mat, so I was not altogether surprised when I saw this on my porch today:


I figure that it has to be a joke. On a side note, Mom and I made that box out of the box that the new attic ladder came in, which was a totally different shape. I gotta say, I'm impressed with us. Now all I have to do is figure out where to put it.