Well shortly after the show on March 6th I received a call from the Nate show saying my first shipment from the Brooklyn Home Company would be arriving the next day on the 7th. She said the delivery company would give me a call to find out what a good delivery time would be. 30 minutes later I get a call from Icon X asking me when I would like them to come by tomorrow "how about between 12-4pm?" Great, all set! Naturally I think tomorrow is going to be a good day. Get up, get my coffee and get my day started. Then between noon and 4...Christmas!!
Now here is how the next day actually went. Chris gets up for work and suddenly we hear the doorbell at 7:45 am!!! As you can imagine this is quite annoying, because we're certain whoever is at the door has the wrong address. Thank goodness Chris was there because had he already left I would have just rolled over and waited for the wrong address person to leave. Chris proceeds to look out the window and there is a blue mini-van in our driveway that is still there. Clearly they have the wrong house, and they need to go away. I need my beauty rest so that I can greet the large white Icon X delivery truck this afternoon. Chris goes down to answer the door and I hear "delivery for Tatum Puryear". I'm in bed thinking, you can't be serious! Now, I am not a morning person at all unless I wake up naturally on my own or by Chris kissing me on the cheek. I really don't like being awaken by an alarm clock or by a 7:45 am courier! So much for the joy of my afternoon delivery.
Chris opens the garage so that the guy can put everything in the garage as he continues to get ready for work. I get up and proceed downstairs to supervise and the guy says good morning. Through the morning fog that I'm in I reply, "I thought you were coming between noon and 4pm." He shows me the packing slip that said 9am (which is still better than 7:45!), with a line through it and noon - 4pm written below it! Clearly he missed that obvious part. After he unloads all of the items I thank him, wish him a safe trip back then he leaves. I kiss Chris goodbye and try to accept the fact that dreamland is gone. Naturally, I am not ready to go through all of those boxes that early, so there they sat in the garage: