The One That Stuck

Kevin leaves for work too early in the morning for me to be coherent. I wake up enough to say goodbye, but not enough to truly qualify as "awake." We've long since learned that if he remembers something he wants to tell me or something he wants me to do, he needs to write it on a sticky note and leave it on the counter. I'm not going to remember anything that he tells me on the way out the door.

Except this morning. He wanted me to know that there was a note on the door telling the UPS guy to drop the package off at the complex office. Why? Because it's a surprise for me and if I see the return address I'll know what it is. I'll get to know what the surprise is next week.

Oooh! Oooh! A surprise?!?

That one stuck.