Especially when I know what’s inside.
I don’t like surprises.
But MTM and his package……..how do I type this? MTM’s package is the never-ending gift. It’s everywhere.
Our guest bedroom.
All over our office.
The living room.
I’ve forbidden MTM’s package in the bedroom. A girl has to draw the line somewhere.
I can’t go to our storage unit because of MTM’s blasted package. It even haunts me when I open the mailbox and retrieve our mail.
He spends hours staring at screens. Talking to shifty characters about their packages. Even paying mysterious amounts of money for access to their packages.
What’s in MTM’s package, Dear Reader?