Department Lazy: Who Reads ALL the Labels?

From where I sit in my home office I can see my bookshelves, stocked with reference materials and favorite fiction, the portraits of my children used on a magazine cover last year, and some of my favorite mementos – like the brass cube from Arthur Andersen and my Junior League Star award. (Stop laughing.) I can also see the oversized decorative clock that my mother sent us for Christmas.

At least, I think my mother sent a clock.

I realize that we've never discussed this clock, my mother and I. It's not that I'm ungrateful; it's just that there was a special UPS delivery route established just to handle Mom's QVC purchases this year. What? They have good deals! There were so many packages that I stopped looking at the labels. Some everyday items ended up under the tree. Is it terribly nerdy to admit how excited I was to open my Parenting Squad business cards on Christmas morning?

Anyway, I should call my mother and thank her for the clock. And find out if it really shouldn't have been delivered to my neighbor.