As I was saying to my squeaky dryer the other day (what—you think he does all the talking?), What’s happened to delivery services? It wasn’t that long ago you had to sign for a package. Almost overnight, they began dropping them on your doorstep without so much as a knock to let you know your package had arrived.

I admit, I was venting to my dryer (oh–get it? venting) because who else am I gonna complain to? These days, fat cat Midge is in hiding most of the time. Infrequently, I hear an odd noise under my bed. It always takes a few seconds to realize she’s snoring. Now, tell me that’s not strange to have snoring emanating from beneath my bed. What has my life come to?

Anyway, I started out harping about bad deliveries and had a funny story I knew my squeaky dryer would appreciate.

“Last week I ordered a book called The Emotionally Absent Mother,” I confided. “Of course, once it was ordered I forgot all about it. So, this morning I walked into my room to see Alexa lighting up with a notification. I asked what it was and she said, ‘The Emotionally Absent Mother has been delivered to your doorstep.’

“Without missing a beat I said, ‘Well whatever you do, don’t let her in!'”

Oh how we laughed and snorted!

(We’re easily amused around here.)