|The Truck Was Waiting for Me|
And yes, it really does feel like Christmas. Watching the five moving men unload and unpack all our stuff, I couldn't stop running George Carlin's skit through my head:
The embassy had arranged for our "stuff" to be delivered at 1pm because I finish Thai language class at noon. So far, every time we have had a delivery, it has come exactly on time. I was pretty confident I could get back from class, walk the dogs, eat lunch, and still have some time to kill, but when I walked up the driveway to our apartment complex, the guard came up to me and pointed at a truck. Our stuff was actually 45 minutes early. When does that ever happen in the US?