Opinion : Sheryl, the shoes are in your she-shed, maybe

I admit it, I HATE shopping. Hate it, hate it, hate it! I don't know why, it was just never my thing...maybe because for the mom of 6 you can't afford for it to be your thing unless it's at the grocery store.

Then things changed, the house emptied out, and now the shopping I do is usually anywhere from midnight until 3 in the morning, my downtime.

The stuff I order are the things that I can't get in town, like shoes or weird tech equipment. So I started looking for a video camera. Still harkening back to my pinch the pennies until they scream I was happy to report to another guy who just ordered one from the company itself that on ebay...they are cheaper.

Then I needed, well, let me back up.

I grew up with 3 pairs of shoes. Church shoes and school shoes, and because we had to have them, gym shoes.

If you had those, that was enough.

It never changed too much. I've now graduated to 6 pairs. 2 of them are here somewhere.

I can't find them.

UPS said that they delivered them.

Now last Christmas, they delivered a package and it was finally located in the yard, next to the driveway, I guess it just fell off the sleigh and fortunately it didn't sink into the snow to be found next spring.

So back to the shoes. I check the computer again to make sure and, yep, they've been delivered it says. So, I check the front door. I check the back door. I figure they aren't by the basement door, but it IS next to the driveway within throwing distance, so there is a distinct possibility that they are there, but they aren't there. I glance through the patio door, and look in the yard.

I double-check the compter and there I find out why I didn't see them.

The note on the link says that they have put them in my "garage." Cool! They included a garage, with my shoes! I need a garage because well, I don't own a garage.

I now assume that they have been delivered to my shed. Then I chuckle and think it is now my she-shed.

Now, I could leave it at that and go check in my she-shed, but first, my mind gets distracted and says, "This is Sheryl and someone burned down my she-shed!" So then I laugh, put on my shoes and no, I don't hear any sirens so I assume the she-shed is not on fire, but I chuckle replaying the commercial in my mind all the way out to the she-shed.

It's the adult version of a treasure hunt I guess, minus marking the spot with an "X".

I do appreciate humor, any humor, even if it is on a treasure hunt to find my shoes that are or are not in my she-shed.

So I check my she-shed only to discover that the packages are indeed not in the she-shed. I stop to ponder the predicament and look around the yard. "Where would I hide a package if I were a delivery person?" I ask myself.

I check in the abandoned car, and hit the jackpot. Garage. Car. Cars go in garages, and there they are...ah...finally. The shoes have been recovered, unpacked, tried on and worn. Now I can get back to what I should be doing until it's my downtime and I decide to shop some more.

I have been thinking about downsizing, maybe I should look at getting something to make my she-shed more liveable. A chandelier for my she-shed perhaps?