The hubs kissed me goodbye this afternoon as he left for school, then showed up in my office again about 10 seconds later. This time with a package in hand.
“Ummm. Were you expecting something from Uzbekistan?”
I told him ‘no’ and denied his claims that I was a secret international drug dealer. I opened the (shockingly well-glued) package and realized that I just might be something worse than a measly drug dealer.
I’m an eBay addict.