Do you love tissue as much as I do?
I know that's a stupid question, who doesn't?
Every time I hear that little "tap tap tap" on the front door that tells me there's a package on the porch, I just can't wait to see what kinds of wonderful packing material someone has sent me.
And the box...oh, the box...well...who doesn't love boxes?
There were also some less important things in the box that my person scurried off with (whatever) as if they actually meant something. She seemed awfully happy with them (again, whatever).
As long as she leaves the most fun part of the package here for me, we're ok.