A couple days ago, I ordered two strands of twinkle lights to string up along the crown molding in my bedroom. When I got home from work yesterday I had a feeling that they might have arrived, so I stopped at the front desk to check.
"Any love letters?"
"No, sorry, the only letters are for Bjorn."
Ah well, I grabbed the next elevator and went about the rest of my night: lying down to rest, reading a bit, eating spaghetti with Bjorn and Ting, talking about a vision for an epic storytelling event over dinner (more on that later).
Then, at around eight o'clock, I was feeling too tired to do anything really productive but not quite ready for bed, so I thought I'd settle down for some Internet TV. Just for kicks, though, I decided to check in on my twinkle lights.
I logged in, clicked over to "My Orders", and then I saw it:
Twinkle Lights: Delivered.
*choruses of angles singing*
Amazon time stamped the delivery at 6:04 pm, just one hour after my failed pick up attempt.
The clock read 8:34 pm. I was pretty sure the office was open until 9 pm. I wasn't sure, but either way I was going to run downstairs and check.
Bjorn and Ting were working in the living room, so I thought I would be a little goofy.
Why simply tell them how I excited am, when I could show them!.
By prancing into the living room, arms swinging, wordlessly communicating:
"Today is a good day!"
I was doing a kind of slow motion prance (for emphasis, of course), dragging each foot along the ground before lifting in up at the last moment to catch my fall.
About three steps into the routine that last part where I catch myself? It spectacularly failed, and I found myself suddenly on the ground, squarely on my bottom, feet out front, head down, slumped like a dejected toddler.
We all paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
When we'd caught our breath, I looked up at Bjorn and Ting:
"You know, I spend all this time and energy trying to destroy my ego, but honestly - it's a miracle that I have one at all."
p.s. The office was open, I strung them up, and they look a-maaaaaaay-zing. With the twinkle lights and the paper chains, though, I do seem to be veering strongly into fairy princess land. Between that, and my obsessive-life-planning wall, I may never again be able to bring guests into my room.