"Big box." Hrrm. What did Aaron buy?
The doorbell rings. It is my husband, standing next to Big Box, asking with a smile, "Anne, what did you buy?" Typically, packages of this size and of unknown origin are Aaron's doing (that is to say, random electronics), but this time it was I who did an unusual thing and last week and bought something on a whim: a white horse statue. Watch as we unpack Big Box:
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I am very excited about the Trojan Horse metaphor about to unfold before us. We open Big Box. We find Medium Box.
Big Box + Medium Box
Annoying. Let's open Medium Box.
Small Box
Seriously?
A horse! A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse. After examining the statue for trap doors (there it is), I carried it to the living room for some glamor shots.
Fierce. You're going to fit in great. Just not sure where yet. I'll work on that while we clean up the fifty thousand packing peanuts that just spilled all over our apartment.
