All the tracking numbers said I'd be safe today. They said nothing would happen until tomorrow. One of them was lying.
I sent my poor, poor daughter to grab the mail, because she's young and she should get used to taking care of her mother and I, so she won't be caught off guard when she's turning our food into mush and changing our diapers. Hey, turnabout's fair play. But she got the mail without complaining, only to find a bomb in it!
She survived, thankfully, but barely. The doctors said she's lucky that the only thing she lost was her hair.
So what cost my daughter her hair? In a word, Trilobyte. And once the box was opened, it wasn't hard to see exactly why she has to be bald now.
I'm still learning, so let's see if I get these right.
Gurkha Red Dragon
Pinar Del Rio Liga Cubana No. 5
Swag Puro Dominicano
Padilla Signature 1932
5 Vegas Classic
Alec Bradley Prensado
Thanks, Bob. They're much appreciated, and my daughter can get used to her bald head for all I care.