At the very moment I was checking a package's delivery status online, noting it was to arrive by the end of today, and thinking, "I should dry my hair. I don't want the delivery person to see me less than Auntie Mame fabulous," the buzzer buzzed, an intercom voice announced a package, I dashed out to the front door, and a box was placed in my hands. BY GREGORY PECK. Who did not care even one skosh about my wet hair .
All right. So most of that is true. It does not take much to make me giddily happy.