waiting is the hardest part

Today I get to be stuck at home all day waiting for my sister's stupid bed to be delivered by Bob's.  Of course, this means I'm bored to tears and all I can do is think of other things I'd rather be doing, though probably wouldn't do because I'm lazy.

Also, whilst in the throes of glorious sleep this morning, said sister woke me up and told me all the bed information was on the end table in the living room and there was an online tracker in case I wanted to do anything before they got here.  Obviously I was intrigued and couldn't fight my enthusiasm, so I fell back asleep.  But when I woke up 2 hours ago (fine.  it was 20 minutes ago.  you caught me), I decided to check this theory out.  Kim told me that they would be delivering it anywhere from 1:10-4:10 (yeah, I don't understand the :10 either).  So, after carefully deciphering the literature she got after leaving the store, I go on the site and check things out.

Apparently, the projected arrival time is 2:49 pm, and Reggie will be my driver.  How does Bob know this?  Oh, because all of their drivers have a GPS sewn in their undercrackers.  Nah, but their trucks have 'em, and if you thought not being able to goof off at work sucked when your boss was around, imagine never being able to goof off because your boss always knows where you are?  That freaking blows.  But it gives me time to get an oil change and grab a coffee before waving hello to Reggie on my front lawn and figuring out how the hell to open the garage door. 

Bob's Big Brother GPS?  You better be right.  Cause if Reggie calls my sister to tell her there's no one at home to accept her Bob-O-Pedic, I'm never gonna hear the end of it.