That’s it. I am never ordering from Sears again. They always screw it up. (and if you don’t know what “Sears” means – substitute your favorite catalog merchant in its place)
Seriously. In March 2003, I distinctly remember ordering a 7.5 pound, blue eyed, blonde haired girl. With a sunny disposition, gentle compassion and both beauty and brains.
Yeah. Sears sent me a 6 lb 10 oz, blue eyed, dark haired boy.
I wasn’t ready to give up though. So, I daringly placed a second order. Again, I asked for the gorgeous, brainy girl.
You guessed it. I got an 8 lb 2 oz, blue eyed, blonde…boy.
But, I am a sucker for punishment. So, last week, I screwed up all my courage, got out the order form and requested Spring. Warm breezes, fresh flowers, deep mud puddles.
Guess what I got? Yes. A blizzard. A freaking March blizzard, full of snow, cold and plenty of wind.
I am never ordering from Sears again.