We got to the post office and knew our package was waiting there for us before we even entered the main lobby. The audible evidence was reverberating all around the painted cinder block walls.
Rhiannon goes up to the counter and asks the postman, "Are my baby chicks here?" to which he grins and says, "I'm sorry, but I don't think there are any chicks for you here today." Rhiannon lets out a startled "Hugh?!", looks at him as if he's totally crazy and is adamant that her chicks are in fact in the back and points in the direction of the peeping and says to the postman, "Can't you HEAR them?!?". His attempt at humor was stifled a bit by Rhiannon's inability to comprehend the man's apparent deafness and her indignant insistence that they WERE there.
He finally gave up the charade and slid the peeping box over the counter top to my now much-relieved daughter. When we opened the door to leave, I swear she gave me a look like "What was that guy smoking?!"
I was hoping to not have to use the heat lamps for the nuggets, but it did get down to the 70's last night so I had to have Paul run the extension cord for it. It was either that, or bring them into the laundry room. And we all know how wonderful that is, don't we, Susan???