Lately, I’ve had a bad case of the winter blahs. I mean really, can you blame me? It’s snowing out yet AGAIN as I’m typing this post. You’d think that being Canadian I’d be used to this by now. Nope. Well, it isn’t so much not being used to it as being utterly tired of it. Winter, I am so over you.
Anyway, yesterday the UPS guy shows up at my door with a box from Amazon. My husband, Trevor, happened to be home sick from work (another lovely result of this time of year) and by the mischievous look on his face, I could tell there were covert shenanigans unfolding.
I opened the box, and this is what I found inside:
Knowing I was feeling down in the dumps (or perhaps like an avalanche of snow had been dumped on my head), my wonderful husband thought he’d cheer me up. He’s well aware that the way to my heart is through books, so he ordered a bunch of sequels he knew I was itching to read. A perfect cure for the February blues.
I will most certainly enjoy reading about Day, Adam, Jack, and Prince Kai, but first and foremost, I will always be Team Trevor. :)