Today I was sitting on the couch watching VH1's 100 Greatest Love Songs (it was more like 12 Greatest, 32 Mediocre, and 56 God Awful Love Songs) when a box appeared on the porch for me. The box remained there until my brother barged into the residence and hurled it at my head. Nothing is ever headed my way in box. Ever. So it was like Christmas, except that I was receiving something. I guess it really wasn't like Christmas then. It was like nothing I've ever experienced. Wee.