Christmas Eve day I was sitting in my kitchen rattling off items we needed from the grocery store. My husband was making a run to get some last minute things we needed for Christmas dinner and he was making a list. I had been thinking I wanted some clementines…a bit of a craving I guess (the little tiny oranges for those who don’t know) but figured my husband would not be very frugal and know if they had them for a reasonable price so I just asked him to pick up a couple of oranges instead.
A few hours later, Ed had returned from the store with my oranges and we were getting ready to entertain my parents for Christmas Eve.
Then came a knock at the door.
I’m going to pause here and give you an opportunity to guess who/what was at my door………..
Ok…well…time is up….
It was one of the neighbors with a case of, you guessed it, clementines!!!!!!!!
I was utterly dumbfounded…
I now sit in the same seat daily at the same time I wished for the clementines wishing for much grander things. The latest wish was for a personal chef. Previous wishes have included a cash windfall and Mexican food. So far the doorbell hasn’t rung anymore….