What amazes me is when delivery companies can't find my house. It's the only house on the block, fer cryin' out loud. Yeesh. The best one, though, is the day I stayed at home, waiting for a delivery from the people with the brown trucks (you know who they are) and I found a yellow delivery attempt notice in my box when I checked my mail (the mailbox is attached to the house halfway up the front stairs) that said they'd attempted delivery, but I wasn't home. BUT MY FRONT DOOR WAS WIDE OPEN FROM 9 AM TO 8 PM that day!!! ARGHHHH!!!! Kate (who has actually had them stop and knock on my door to ask for directions to my house. Guess they couldn't see the lighted numbers next to the front door or the large black numbers painted on the curb on both sides of my driveway.)