The girl comes home on Sunday.
Very excellent.
The bad part? I sent my lovely girl a suprise present to occupy her time on the train to Rome and the following plane ride.
Did I send it in enough time? Oh, yes, I do believe so. However, I was silly enough to bank the thing getting there at least within the maximum amount of time they said the present would take to get there.
I do believe you can somewhat reliably bank on the United States Post Office.
European postal corriers? No chance in hell.
The sad thing is that what I sent is immensely important. Now I must bide my time and wait for it to be either forwarded to the girl or returned back to me. That's not the kind of shit I like to wait for.
These are pins and needles.
This is my ass.
Like long lost lovers, they come together with passion.
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