-----Story Time-----
Two months ago, I walked out the front door to get into my car and discovered that someone had attempted to steal my car stereo. This individual was apparently neither technologically nor mentally equipped to do so, and instead only succeeded in tearing the console out of my dash. There was a bike in the yard and my CD case was missing. The theory goes that some punk-ass kid tried to boost my stereo, got spooked when my neighbor came outside at 4 AM to go to work, and ran off with my CD case. This CD case contained just about every CD I own -- including my Zeppelin 4-disk boxed set. Stupid, stupid, stupid. (We had recently taken a long car trip so I had a lot of music for the road, and never bothered to take it inside.) Spouse had converted much of our collection to mp3, but since he's not really a Zep fan he'd never bothered with the boxed set. So I burned a couple of mix disks to keep in my car and resolved to buy a new set sometime...before I die.
Two weeks ago, a mysterious box came via UPS. Spouse ran to the door, signed for the package, raced to his home office, and slammed the door. So I figured, "Must be porn" and let it go. He came out a minute later with a sheepish grin and a label-less box.
"I didn't want you to know where it came from before you opened it."
Wielding my trusty razor blade, I sliced into the cardboard eagerly, lifted the crumpled newspaper, and -- lo and behold -- uncovered a familiar looking image of crop circles. Tears filled my eyes -- I literally wept with joy -- I was overwhelmed. Spouse had spent more than a month bidding for used copies on EBay to replace my stolen set. In addition, he'd purchased the two-disk follow-up set (which will arrive in the mail this week sometime.) And -- here's the kicker -- when I opened the lid to reveal the precious silver discs -- the box smelled like weed. It was so...perfect.
And that's what I'm listening to this week.
[apologies jl - I hit the wrong button
- the bonehead]