An...ticipation

December 10, 2007. I await my Pleo's arrival with baited breath. I've been told his arrival is forthcoming in just 10 days. But I cannot help but wish and wonder and look out my window whenever the mailman arrives, hoping it may come early. I see a UPS truck roll by and think, "Soon...soon.". Till then, prepare and wait. The days are going by so slow, I feel like I am going to die. Well, its not really that bad. Okay, I feel like I am going to burst. That's better. And so I wait. I look at my pets and wonder how their reactions may be. Wonderment, aggressive, or "what the hell did she get now?". My daughter, she has no idea. She is waiting to tell Santa she wants Pleo this week. She hopes she can have one, but is prepared if she doesn't get it. I can not wait till she sees Pleo under the Christmas tree. Soon now, very soon. Pleo shall be here. And then I must wait 5 more days before I can touch the blasted beast. Till then, I watch videos, read posts and plogs, and look at pictures and whimper. Torture. Pure torture. Pleo, why must you tease me so?

Posted December 10 at 12:59 PM