You know, I was kind of incredulous last night when, after driving all the way home from Charlotte and getting in around midnight that the first thing Paul wanted to do was open up the boxes of car parts that came in the mail while he was away this week.  I was even kind of annoyed.  But then I took a mental step back and though to myself, what if that were yarn?  Would I blame him at all?  No, no I would not.