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March 16, 2010
I hate UPS deliveries. The minute you leave, they run up to your door, slap one of those stickers on and dance away, We were here! Today it is cold, but I leave the door cracked open, and I lean up against it, reading a book. I am sleepy. Around 6, I see him heading toward the garage. I run down the stairs through the garage, but he has changed direction to the front door. Im chasing him now. He runs past the door toward the back. HEY, Im home! No youre not. I am too! I dont see you!