The last time I jumped up and down at my mailbox and let out a little shriek was when the final signed copies of my divorce papers arrived. I then danced all the way back into the house.
Most recently, my neighbors could hear me squealing at the sight of a giant envelope from "Gurney's", full of garden seeds I had ordered the week before. Riley thought I was nuts. That's why he gets to do all the weeding this summer.
I was so excited to open it and see all the brightly colored packages, to lay them out on my table and make a plan for all the fresh veggies we would have very soon and all the flower arrangements I could make to decorate our house.
All the packages were white. Just like the ones my dad insisted on buying at the old "Northern Seed" store. I would wander through the store for at least an hour, picking out pretty envelopes full of cosmos and marigolds and sunflowers, and when he was ready to go I would have to put them all back where I had found them, because they were never on "the list".
But at least I'm still single!
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