Poor UPS man

Poor UPS man. He knocked on our neighbor's door and said "UPS," and Aaron yells "Shit, get down!" and starts making gunshot noises. I fear he lives Kill Bill vicariously through our quiet little apartment community. I would hate to be our delivery man. Also, we found out today after three months of living here that Kangaroo has Mountain Dew slushies. AND it was college night at Chick-Fil-A, which makes me thankful for my husband who's still a college student. Sometimes I forget that he's still technically a student. I love that he is the goofy to my often "why-so-serious?" outlook. So we're going to watch Sherlock Holmes tonight and try to not get shot by the UPS man. We've got slushies in hand, along with Hot Tamales and Reese's. I'm the happiest. Meanwhile, Aaron's talking about how "Redbox screws you over when it comes to special feature discs blah blah blah." He was, however, impressed that we were able to rent a Blu-Ray disc from a Redbox. It's a balance act.