It was supposed to arrive yesterday, but it didn't.
I woke up today not even thinking about it. I went to the box and worked out and then headed to my church where the youth group was working outside for Teens Make a Difference Day. After that, I headed to the Boy's and Girl's Club to see IronE Singleton (aka T-Dog from The Walking Dead) speak.
When I got back home, I subconsciously peeked out the front door to see if my package was on the porch. It wasn't. It was on my bed.
|I took it into the kitchen because the box seemed to need heavy duty tools to open it and I don't keep that stuff in my room.|
|It was double boxed and each item had terribly sticky saran wrap around it. It literally took me an hour to unwrap every piece.|
|Voila! Aren't they beautiful?|
I rewrapped them and put them back in the box because I have no where to put them now. I don't really want to use them as refrigerator dishes because while I trust myself with them, I don't trust my family. Plus, if one breaks, I'd rather be the one that broke it.