At least I do, 'coz I've got an early flight to the Biggest Little City for my Junker's Jubilee vacation.
And I barely slept a wink last night. Mostly because I was more excited than I am for Christmas, but also, because, very last minute, the day before yesterday I realized I really desperately needed wanted a new pair of fun sandals, so I ordered a pair (okay, I went down a decent sized rabbit hole and ordered three different pairs) that were all listed to arrive "the next day by 10:00 PM.
Eeeeeeeee!
This is what I love about Amazon. It has saved the lives of millions, if not billions of procrastinators not unlike myself.
Well.
Amazon, for the first time in my entire spending history of shopping with them, (which is...lets just say, a lot.) sent me an email late yesterday basically saying, "Just kidding, all your sandals will arrive tomorrow, after you leave for your flight."
Feeling mad (mostly at myself for procrastinating, but also kinda ticked at Amazon for failing me.) and irritated, I knew now that I would have to wear my old, in rather-questionable-condition black flops I got at Target last spring.
Except, when I looked in my little shoe bins that I keep my flippy flops in, there was a lonely looking shoe missing its mate.
That prompted me to spontaneously reorganize my entire closet floor. (Where does one flip flop go in such a small house?) While it was nice to get the dust bunnies out from under the shoe racks in the closet,(Oh! And I reconnected with some fabulous mustard yellow wedges that I had somehow forgotten I had.) I did not have time to be on a shoe search...yet...there I was.
After over ninety minutes of searching, I gave up, and contemplated where I would be hiding if I were a size eight flip flop that was worn just a week ago when we had a teeny tiny sneak peek at what spring weather might look like, before the rain returned.
Ugh.
It's not the end of the world, I know, but a random missing shoe is the kind of thing that keeps me up...all night. It just bugs me. I even dreamt about it. (Do you do that?)
I can't help but feel that thirty minutes after Ralph leaves me at the airport this morning, he will text me with a picture of my missing flip flop, found in some obvious location, and it will be sitting next to a stack of Amazon boxes containing my all too fabulous new black sandals, that he will have spotted on our porch as he drove in the driveway from dropping me off.
Oh well, it's all okay. I'm going on my much anticipated dream junking vacation, and I can't wait!