What can brown do for you?

Last night as Erin and I were driving home from the grocery store, we passed a FedEx truck which prompted the following bit of introspection from the misses:

"You know, the FedEx guy is like our OBGYN. He'll DELIVER our package containing the pictures of our adoptive match from China."

Now I will say that it is very, very hot here these days. We've had a week over 90 degrees, frequently closer to 100. The local utility companies have asked everyone to cut back on power usage with all the air conditioners running full tilt, and my employer has even taken the step of only turning on half of the lights in the building for the past few days (furthering the notion that this place is full of dim bulbs.)

I say all of this to suggest that maybe the wife was just a little crazy with the heat. I have a strong suspicion that if she chooses to present the package delivery guy with his new title when he delivers our next package (which will likely be either CDs or something from an informercial, given our track record), he'll probably not bother ringing the doorbell next time, choosing instead to quietly slip our package onto the doorstep and run stealthily back to his truck.

Now if she tells the owner of our local Chinese buffet that "it's like you're breastfeeding our child," we'll most assuredly have a problem.