Melissa, I know exactly what you mean it's short of torcher! I get my mail at the Post Office. Open my box there is a key, look at the number on the key, scan the parcel boxes for my number, OMG it's a big one for a large package. My heart starts beating fast i take a deep breath, stick the key in, then turn the key, pause to tell myself...breath. Crap!!! It's a package for my daughter :( This has happened three times. My son and i carpool to work, he can tell by the look on my face what just took place. He made me swear the day I do receive my Box Set that i will not scream until i get in the car, due to the fact someone might call 911! :)
Hi Mel! I'm just stopping by to see what you are up to. I saw your beautiful pics of Cameron on Instagram. He's so precious. I wish I could be on that bike at that age. Oh, how time flies and those simple things are greatly missed. I'm surfing the hq for awhile.