Either a Drug Dealer or an eBay Fanatic

The hubs kissed me goodbye this afternoon as he left for school, then showed up in my office again about 10 seconds later. This time with a package in hand.

"Ummm. Were you expecting something from Uzbekistan?"

Check out the crazy wax seal:

I told him 'no' and denied his claims that I was a secret international drug dealer. I opened the (shockingly well-glued) package and realized that I just might be something worse than a measly drug dealer.

I'm an eBay addict.


Two hand-embroidered Uzbek Suzani pillowcases.



I honestly didn't even remember buying them. I had to go into my eBay account to see if they were really mine.


I think I need an intervention.