It takes a village to mail some Crocs, apparently, but thanks to Roxanne, Geoffrey, Cheryl, and FedEx Ground, the Crocs have found their way to me. And props to me for thinking to order a size up because if they didn’t fit and I had to go through the trauma or a return, I might lose my mind.

Photobooth pic with a bonus view of my plastic-covered bed, Ramona, herself, and my bag in the middle of the floor where I dropped it in my excitement to open my long-awaited Crocs.

Next project: The book I ordered that was supposed to arrive by today. (It didn’t.)