I came, I saw, Ipod...

As we all know, sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men can definitely go awry. That's my interpretation of the old addage, which, in this case, is all that matters because I am the author. Ha! Just a little update on the Ipod debacle. I finally picked up my package from my least favorite "overnite my ass" company called FedEx. I mean, their genius driver came by three times while we were up at Lake Livingston for my sister-in-law's wedding to Richard and left three door hangars. We weren't even here. In any case, the last one was marked "final attempt" so I drive all the way to the Fedex facility at the airport and guess what? He's gone again with my package to try for four. Eeeeee. Anyway, I go back last nite before 7:00 p.m., and there's my little Chinese takeout Ipod. Did I mention that Jacob, my son, ordered one for himself and got it before the one I ordered for him for Christmas. OMG!, I give up. On the bright side, since I refuse to pay their ridiculous restocking fee to return it to Apple dba China, I have opted to suffer through owning my own mp3 player with all the bells and whistles. There is some justice in this life.