I pulled away from our driveway at 7:58 and went to CVS and Giant before breakfast at Perkins with Charlotte and Kaye. A Belguim waffle and an hour and a half later, I went to Poor Richards (interesting shop where I found an outdoor Easter flag), picked up a loaf of sourdough bread at a bakery, a few groceries at Genuardis and then home to get the ice cream in the freezer.
Imagine my surprise when I pulled into our driveway and tied to our mailbox are two balloons.
One looks like a basketball, the other is a blue star.
Am I a basketball star and no one told me?
I don't think so!
I ran inside with my purchases and zoomed off again to Geerlings (a local nursery to purchase a gift card for a co-worker who's birthday was coming up) and then the last stop was None Such Farm.
Once again pulling into the driveway, I wonder about the balloons.
I check the mailbox to see if there is a card from the balloon
Nope.
I check the front door.
No card or note.
I checked our home phone and my cell phone for messages.
Nothing.
I decided to take a picture (for evidence) since Wonderful Husband was gone for a weekend golf trip and....
cue spooky music
....the balloons were gone!
Well, sort of.
They were actually tangled in our neighbors' tree!
Exhibit A |
They can thank me later, but probably won't since the balloons are pretty high up in their tree, and even with my "mad" basketball skills, I can't reach them. Ha!
My conclusion?
If you tie balloons on a mailbox, tie them on securely.
I am a share-er. (Passing on my balloon gift to our neighbors :)
Thank you balloon bandit, you made me smile.
And lastly,
the balloon mystery continues...
Have you ever received a surprise gift that makes absolutely no sense?