It was a fairly typical afternoon today. I was at home, getting ready to go to the gym to meet some friends there (because The Gym is always slightly less intimidating when you have others to combat against the mutual self-loathing and kick-in-the-pants to your self-esteem that IS The Gym, but I digress), when there was the familiar ring of the doorbell/opening of the screen door/throwing of the box up my stairs that typically ensues when I receive a delivery from Fed/Ex or UPS. My husband and I looked at each other in wonderment. 'Hmm, what could that be?' With a brief glance I knew what Ian was thinking--'
another pair of shoes, Sheri?!' But I was just as dumbfounded as he was. So I sent Ian out to get the box (its about negative 5000 degrees outside, I certainly wasn't going to open that door). He came back in with a vague and unmarked box. It was addressed to me and the return address was from some guy named John in Kentucky. More bewilderment. I opened it up (that whole Anthrax scare is so 2005) to reveal another box with a handle and some vague techy-looking designs on it. No, surely it couldn't be! There on the corner of the box was that universal warning that comes on electronic devices with lithium ion batteries... devices like laptops and notebooks! It was all coming to us now... Ian and I had both applied on-line to receive one of the new Google Chrome OS notebooks that Google was so generously offering to a select few applicants. My anticipation rose. I opened the box, and there it was, just sitting there. My new notebook! Yipee! There was no congratulatory note or anything saying 'Congratulations, you've been selected...' Nothing. Just the notebook, and a brief sheet of hints and notes. Pretty stinking cool! I think I shall name her Maude.
