Knock, knock on the door. 

Hi, UPS-man.  Nice to see you this morning.  You in all your head-to-toe-brownness.  (Could the higher-up’s not be consulted as to the possibility of incorporating one more pigment into your uniforms…just a thought).  

Here you are, and top of the morning to ya, although to be perfectly frank, I heard you approximately 30 seconds before you arrived, roaring up the street.  (Why incidentally, do you use my cul-de-sac to do wheelies?)

For me?  A printer?  Oh, you silly man you.  That is not mine. 

 Hello!  I am a female.  I would not conceive of ordering a printer.  There is obviously a mistake.  I cannot sign the dotted line.

Sure there’s not a cute pair of shoes nestled in your truck of tricks out there?  Your sleigh of goodwill and cheer.  Sure there is not something remotely fashion-related out there? 

Canon Pixma MX860

Just this, eh? 

Well.   Let me think.  There was this one time I had mentioned to Pat: “I would love to have a printer that prints graphics.  So I could make cards and photo transfers for shirts and such”.  But that’s all I can think of off the top of my head.

I mean, none of those dresses I ever liked ever flew on the wings of a dove to my house.  The Gap + Pat’s credit card never came through for me, so why this?

One could say that I am loved woman.  You could even argue that my husband is the sweetest, noblest knight to ever wield a sword.

Or, we could all just be honest.  Call a spade a spade.  And acknowlege the fact that this here Pixma MX860 toy…

… it’s TOTALLY for him.

Wink:).