Friday, January 23, 2004
UNUSUAL DELIVERIES
Delivery One -- At 8 a.m., FedEx arrived at our door with a mysterious package addressed to hubby requiring a signature from someone 21-years or older. OK. Want to see how Anna Bloviation's mind really works i.e. I swear to god these were the first two thoughts to go through my head as he started to open the package:
Thought #1 -- Hubby, having just spent two weeks in London by himself, must have gotten really horny one night while looking at a porn site and having had one too many glasses of wine, ordered some kind of kinky sex toy that not even an eighteen-year-old could sign for. Nope. You had to be twenty-one...
Thought #2 -- Some kind of alcoholic beverage was being sent from one of the Type-A-overly-ambitions-MIT-wiz-kids my husband had recently met with at a MIT job recruiting fair. Probably someone blatantly trying to suck up to hubby for a job. Probably the one he mentioned had a killer resume, her own business cards, and was quite attractive...
Turned out the package contained two very expensive bottles of wine from the CEO of the company hubby now works for. It was a thank-you for hubby's help in getting him selected CEO of the company: "I am greatly indebted and hope I get the chance to show you my appreciation. If I can get [Company] to be a large and successful software company, your reference will have been a smart one." And if it doesn't become large and successful.... well, we won't go there.
My rationale that I get to drink the wine too is that hubby would never be as successful as he is now without me and so never would have been in a position to give a CEO referral without me either. In fact I've decided that if [Company] becomes wildly successful, an expensive bottle of wine will be the least he will have to worry about anteing up.
Delivery Two -- A boiler. Yup, a boiler. Our existing one just plum tuckered out in this cold I guess and now we need a new one. Don't get me wrong. I'm extremely appreciative of heat these days but it certainly isn't fun spending $4,000 on something so utilitarian... so in the basement...so why couldn't it have blown after we sell the house and the next tenants have to deal with it?
Delivery One -- At 8 a.m., FedEx arrived at our door with a mysterious package addressed to hubby requiring a signature from someone 21-years or older. OK. Want to see how Anna Bloviation's mind really works i.e. I swear to god these were the first two thoughts to go through my head as he started to open the package:
Thought #1 -- Hubby, having just spent two weeks in London by himself, must have gotten really horny one night while looking at a porn site and having had one too many glasses of wine, ordered some kind of kinky sex toy that not even an eighteen-year-old could sign for. Nope. You had to be twenty-one...
Thought #2 -- Some kind of alcoholic beverage was being sent from one of the Type-A-overly-ambitions-MIT-wiz-kids my husband had recently met with at a MIT job recruiting fair. Probably someone blatantly trying to suck up to hubby for a job. Probably the one he mentioned had a killer resume, her own business cards, and was quite attractive...
Turned out the package contained two very expensive bottles of wine from the CEO of the company hubby now works for. It was a thank-you for hubby's help in getting him selected CEO of the company: "I am greatly indebted and hope I get the chance to show you my appreciation. If I can get [Company] to be a large and successful software company, your reference will have been a smart one." And if it doesn't become large and successful.... well, we won't go there.
My rationale that I get to drink the wine too is that hubby would never be as successful as he is now without me and so never would have been in a position to give a CEO referral without me either. In fact I've decided that if [Company] becomes wildly successful, an expensive bottle of wine will be the least he will have to worry about anteing up.
Delivery Two -- A boiler. Yup, a boiler. Our existing one just plum tuckered out in this cold I guess and now we need a new one. Don't get me wrong. I'm extremely appreciative of heat these days but it certainly isn't fun spending $4,000 on something so utilitarian... so in the basement...so why couldn't it have blown after we sell the house and the next tenants have to deal with it?
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