I have joked about my problem many times. But last night I realized just how bad it was. When I checked my mail I had a notice saying I have a package at the post office. Before I lived up a twisty curvy driveway mail carriers would just bring my package to me, not anymore (sad face). I wish they would at least text me and tell me before I get home after the post office is closed. Now I have to wait to find out what I got in the mail.
About 9:30 last night Fed Ex pulls up to my house and I was confused. I didn't remember ordering anything. When I opened the box I remembered. I had ordered the book from bloggers Sherry and John Petersik at Young House Love
I'm linking up with Kathy for Humpday Confessions